Grumpy: Angel, ha! She's a female! And all females is poison! They're full of wicked wiles.
Bashful: What are wicked wiles?
Grumpy: I don't know, but I'm agin' 'em.
Doc: Shh! Not so loud. You'll wake her up.
Grumpy: Ah, let her wake up! She don't belong here nohow.
Queen: Magic Mirror, on the wall, who, now, is the fairest one of all?
Magic Mirror: Over the seven jewelled hills, beyond the seventh fall, in the cottage of the Seven Dwarfs, dwells Snow White, fairest of them all.
Queen: Snow White lies dead in the forest. The huntsman has brought me proof. Behold, her heart.
Magic Mirror: Snow White still lives, fairest in the land. 'Tis the heart of a pig you hold in your hand.
Queen: The heart of a pig! Then I've been tricked.
Doc: Step up to the tub, 'tain't no disgrace / Just pull up your sleeves and get 'em in place / Then scoop up the water and rub it on your face / And go "Bl-bl-bl, bl-bl-bl, bl-bl-bl!"
Doc: Why, the whole place is clean.
Grumpy: There's dirty work afoot.
Happy: This is Dopey, he don't talk none.
Snow White: You mean he can't talk?
Happy: He don't know, he never tried.
Queen: And because you've been so good to poor old Granny, I'll share a secret with you. This is no ordinary apple, it's a magic wishing apple.
Snow White: A wishing apple?
Queen: Yes! One bite, and all your dreams will come true.
Snow White: Really?
Queen: Yes, girlie. Now, make a wish, and take a bite.
Snow White: I'm awfully sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. But you don't know what I've been through. And all because I was afraid. I'm so ashamed of the fuss I made.
Happy: I'd like to dance and tap my feet / But they won't keep in rhythm. / You see, I washed 'em both today / And I can't do nothin' with 'em.
Queen: Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness. Change my queenly raiment to a peddler's cloak. Mummy dust, to make me old. To shroud my clothes, the black of night. To age my voice, an old hag's cackle. To whiten my hair, a scream of fright. A blast of wind to fan my hate. A thunderbolt to mix it well. Now, begin thy magic spell.
Grumpy: Hah! Women! A fine kettle of fish.
Grumpy: Ya crazy fool! Fine time ya picked to sneeze.
Sneezy: I couldn't help it. I can't tell. When you gotta, you gotta.