Dream: -starts playing her axe bass- Sorry I dont treat you like your perfect/ Is that what you want me to do/Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess/ like all your little loyal subjects do...
Helena: Walks down the hallway to the great hall. " Just close your eyes, the sun is goin' down. You'll be alright,no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, You and I will be safe and sound."
Dream: Sorry I'm not made of sugar/ and I'm not sweet enough for you/Is that why you always avoid me/ I MUST BE SUCH AN INCONVIENCE TO YOU!