Texty: Into the Woods. Maybe They're Magic.

[BAKER]
Magic beans!

[BAKER'S WIFE]
No one would have given him more
for this creature.

[BAKER]
Are we to dispel this curse through deceit?

[BAKER'S WIFE]
If you know
What you want,
Then you go
And you find it
And you get it-

[BAKER]
Home.

[BAKER'S WIFE]
Do we want a child or not?

And you give
And you take
And you bid
And you bargain
Or youl ive
To regret it.

[BAKER]
Will you please go home?

[BAKER'S WIFE]
There are rights and wrongs
And in-betweens-
No one waits
When fortune intervenes.

Amd maybe they're really magic,
Who knows?

Why you do
What you do,
That's the point:
All the rest of it
Is chatter.

[BAKER]
Look at her. She's crying.

[BAKER'S WIFE]
If the thing you do
Is pure in intent,
If it's meant,
And it's just a little bent,
Does it matter?

[BAKER]
Yes.

[BAKER'S WIFE]
No, what matters is that
Everyone tells tiny lies.
What's important, really is, the size.

Only three more tries and we'll have our prize.
When the end's in sight,
You'll realize:
If the end is right,
It justifies
The beans!