[Bigby listens to her story. It was funny how much she was like Snow and yet, her story was far happier. If Snow from his world was here she'd probably envy Mary Margaret. True love was rarely a thing that stuck around in Fabletown.]
You're right. You're not Snow from my world. She...
[Bigby doesn't want to tell Mary Margaret her story. It's a story that is Snow's to tell, if she were to ever arrive.]
She didn't have a very happy ending. In that respect, you are different. But you're still... still Snow. There are parts of you both that you share. I can't explain it but it's true.
[Bigby reached up and tapped his nose.] You can't fool this. I'd know Snow anywhere.
It's ok! We can play it where they agree to take some time apart?
You're right. You're not Snow from my world. She...
[Bigby doesn't want to tell Mary Margaret her story. It's a story that is Snow's to tell, if she were to ever arrive.]
She didn't have a very happy ending. In that respect, you are different. But you're still... still Snow. There are parts of you both that you share. I can't explain it but it's true.
[Bigby reached up and tapped his nose.] You can't fool this. I'd know Snow anywhere.