RAPUNZEL: So, mother, earlier I was saying tomorrow’s a pretty big day and you didn’t really respond, so I’m just gonna tell you, it’s my birthday! Uh. Tada!
MOTHER GOTHEL: No, no, no, can’t be. I distinctly remember: your birthday was last year.
RAPUNZEL: That’s the funny thing about birthdays–they’re kind of an annual thing! Uh, Mother, I’m turning eighteen, and I wanted to ask, uh, what I really want for this birthday… Actually what I really want for my birth–want for my birth–
MOTHER GOTHEL: Okay, Rapunzel, please, stop with the mumbling....