[As Rumpelstiltskin angrily scrunches up a page from a library book about Shrek]
Pinocchio: Uh, sir? You're gonna have to pay for that.
Rumpelstiltskin: Uh... M-m-maybe we can make a deal for it, little boy?
Pinocchio: Oh, I'm not a real boy.
Rumpelstiltskin: [looking devious] Do you wanna be?
[Cut to Pinocchio kicking Rumpel out]
Pinocchio: NOBODY NEEDS YOUR DEALS ANYMORE, RUMPLE STINKY-PANTS!
Shrek and Rumple
Rumpelstiltskin: Oh, I don't know. Any day. A day from your past. Like the day you had the flu. The day you lost a pet. The day some meddling oaf comes in STICKING THEIR NOSE WHERE IT DOESN'T BELONG, DESTROYING YOUR BUSINESS, AND RUINING YOUR LIFE! Just for an example.