- Wicked Queen: Oh gods of regions where darkness lingers, put the heat of your fires within my fingers.
- Wicked Queen: Oh, powers of the East, West, South and North. Transform me now and bring a giant mouse forth.
- Snow White: What a perfectly round, giant hoe handle?
- Grunyon: Of course. How else would you farm this giant tomato we landed in?
- Wicked Queen: Sleet and hail and ice and snow. Commence to fall and blow, winds, blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!