Glenda: Needles and pins, needles and pins, this is where the curse begins! Needles and pins, needles and pins, just wait until the Beauty spins! Needles and pins, oh me, oh my; she'll prick her finger, and Beauty will die!
[cackles]
Glenda: But, before Beauty is twenty, on this you may rely: she'll prick her finger on the spindle, and the fair Beauty will die!
[cackles again as she heads for the door, then turns to the audience, aside]
Glenda: Oh, I just hate myself when I get so raspy, don't you know?
