Ryder: is this hair?

Rapunzel: struggling, struggling is pointless. I know why you are here, and I’m not afraid of you.

Ryder: what?

Rapunzel: who are you, and how did you find me?

Ryder: ahh…ha…

Rapunzel: who are you, and how did you find me?

Ryder: (clear the throat) I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you. But may I just say, Hi. How you doing? The name’s Flynn Ryder. How’s your day going, huh?

Rapunzel: who else knows my location, Flynn Ryder?

Ryder: all right, Blondie.

Rapunzel: Rapunzel.

Ryder: Gesundheit /gəˈzʊnthaɪt/, here's the deal. I was in a situation, gallivanting /ˈgæləˌvænt/ through the forest. I came across your tower and … ho, oh no, where is my satchel /ˈsætʃəl/?  

Rapunzel: I’ve hidden it, somewhere you’ll never find it.

Ryder: it’s in that pot, isn’t it?