Emma: August! You’re--
August: Still wooden. Yeah. Whoop.
Emma: I was gonna go with ‘alive’, but however you wanna see the glass, I guess. I thought breaking the curse would--
August: Yeah, I thought so too. Apparently not.
Granny: DAMMIT, EMMA, KISS HIM.
Emma: Oh. Um.
August: That's a little-- erm, I mean-- we couldn't--
Emma: Splinters and whatnot.
August: Right, yeah, tricky business.
Granny: Hell no. I waited an entire season for this shit. You. Kiss. Not.
Emma:
August: Could you maybe put down the crossbow first?