But... As they said in ancient Rome, "He whom the Gods love, dies in youth"... he, or SHE....

[at Princess Aurora's christening] Maleficent:
Well, well. [She laughs softly] Maleficent:
What a glittering assemblage, King Stefan. Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and... [Her laugh becomes contemptuous] Maleficent:
...How quaint, even the rabble. [staring at the obviously-nervous King] Maleficent:
I must say, I was distressed at not receiving an invitation. King Stefan:
You're not welcome here. Maleficent:
[whimpers mockingly]
Oh, dear! [she laughs some more] Maleficent:
What an awkward situation. [turns to leave] Queen Leila:
You're not offended? Maleficent:
Why should I be? Just to prove that I bear no ill will, I shall bestow my own gift upon the child. King Stefan:
No! We don't want any gift of yours! Knotgrass:
Stay away from the princess! Thistletwit:
Yes, stay away! [the Dark Fairy casts the fairies backward across the room, shutting them inside a chest. Then Maleficent gives the baby Aurora a pensive look] Maleficent:
[casting her spell]
Listen well, all of you. The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, in sweetness and wisdom and generosity, adored by all who meet her. Queen Leila:
That's a lovely gift. [King Stephan, however, seems fearful of what Maleficent's "gift" will hold next] King Stefan:
Don't do this. [Pressing a finger to her lips, Maleficent notices a spinning-wheel] Maleficent:
But... As they said in ancient Rome, "He whom the Gods love, dies in youth"... he, or SHE. [the Dark Fairy gazes wickedly at Aurora, before continuing]