Flora: Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure.
Prince Phillip: Now, father, you're living in the past. This is the 14th century.
Fauna: Maleficent doesn't know anything about love, or kindness, or the joy of helping others. You know, sometimes I don't think she's really very happy.
Merryweather: I'd like to turn her into a fat ol' - hop toad.
Fauna: Now, dear, that isn't a very nice thing to say.
Flora: Besides, we can't. You know our magic doesn't work that way.
Fauna: It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness.
Merryweather: Well, that would make me happy.
Fauna: Now, yeast, one tsp. Tsp?
Merryweather: One teaspoon.
Fauna: One teaspoon, of course.
Answer: Her raven's name is Diablo.
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