Flora: I'll turn her into a flower.
Merryweather: Maleficent?
Flora: [chuckles] No, no, dear. The princess.
Fauna: Oh, she'd make a lovely flower.
Flora: Don't you see? A flower can't prick its finger.
Merryweather: It hasn't any.
Fauna: That's right.
Flora: She'll be perfectly safe.
Merryweather: Until Maleficent sends a frost.
Flora: [laughs, then stops abruptly] Yes... oh dear.
Fauna: She always ruins your nicest flowers.

Flora: Thou sword of truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure!

Flora: Wait, Prince Phillip. The road to love may be barred by still many more dangers, which you alone will have to face. So arm yourself with this enchanted Shield of Virtue, and this mighty Sword of Truth, for these weapons of righteousness will triumph over evil. Now come, we must hurry.

[after Aurora falls into her sleep]
Fauna: Poor King Stephan, and the Queen.
Merryweather: They'll be heartbroken when they find out.
Flora: They're not going to.
Merryweather: They aren't? But...
Flora: We'll put them all to sleep, until Rose awakens.

[Fauna finishes lighting the candles on Aurora's birthday cake and it begins to fall over]
Fauna: Well, what do you think of it?
Flora: Why, it... it's a very unusual cake, isn't it?
Fauna: Yes... of course, it will be much stiffer after it's baked.
Flora: Of course, dear. Well, what do you think of the dress?
[Aurora's dress which Merryweather is wearing is revealed to be in worse shape than the cake]
Fauna: Well, uh, it's... it isn't exactly the way it is in the book, is it...
Flora: Oh, I improved it. But perhaps if I added a few more ruffles... eh, what do you think?
Fauna: Um, I think so. What do you think, Merryweather?
Merryweather: I think we've had enough of this nonsense! I think we ought to think of Rose, and what *she'll* think of this mess!
[stalks off and the dress falls apart]
Merryweather: And I still think what I thunk before: I'm going to get those wands.
[exits]
Fauna: You know, I think she's right.

[preparing for Aurora's birthday party]
Merryweather: I never baked a fancy cake.
Flora: Oh, you won't have to, dear.
Fauna: I'm going to bake the cake!
Merryweather: You?
Flora: Oh, she's always wanted to, dear, and this is her last chance.
Merryweather: [doubtfully] Well...
Fauna: I'm going to make it 15 layers with pink and blue forget-me-nots.
Fauna: And *I'm* making the dress.
Merryweather: But you can't sew, and she's never cooked.
Flora: Oh, it's simple.
Fauna: All you do is follow the book!
Flora: [putting Merryweather on a stool] Up here, dear. You can be the dummy.
Merryweather: Well, I still say we oughta use magic.

[the fairies rush to the cottage to find Phillip's hat on the floor]
Flora, Merryweather, Fauna: Maleficent!
Merryweather: She's got Prince Phillip!
Flora: At the Forbidden Mountain.
Fauna: But we can't, we can't go there!
Flora: We can, and we must!