My wish is that you will never be blue, only happy, all the days of your life.
Sweet baby, my wish for you is that you find... - Maleficent! - Maleficent! Well, well.
What a glittering assemblage, King Stefan.
Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and... How quaint.
Even the rabble.
I must say I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.
You're not welcome here.
Oh, dear.
What an awkward situation.
You're not offended?
Why, no.
And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child.
No! We don't want your gift! Stay away from the princess! Yes, stay away! Listen well, all of you.
Listen well, all of you.
The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who meet her.
That's a lovely gift.
Don't do this.
But before the sun sets on her 16th birthday, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall into a sleep like death, a sleep from which she will never awaken.
Maleficent, please don't do this, I'm begging you.