What if…the Witch got into a bit of a rant…

Witch: I don't know why you two are in such a tizzy about getting a child. They aren't all that their cracked up to be, you know! I mean, look at Rapunzel! I love her and all, but what's all this about 'wanting to see the world'? I don't know why she's so upset. Maybe I spoiled her. I always wanted a tower when I was a little girl! Now I go and get her the deluxe tower, complete with hair-hook and everything, and what does she do? She goes and runs off with a prince! For heaven's sake, the fool is afraid of dwarves! Or is that the other one…? Oh, who cares, the point is, the guy is a ninny! If he were here right now, oh, I'd knock him straight to kingdom come!

Baker's Wife: Well, not that this wasn't a lovely chat, but we really must be going! You know, places to go, people to see, all that jazz. Bye!

(Baker's Wife and Baker run away as fast as they can. Witch sits in a huff for several minutes.)

Witch, grumbling: Well, if she insists on getting married to that fool, they had better pay for my Medicare, at the very least! Otherwise I'll have to get that Baker to pay for it, and I barely know him…

(Witch hobbles away after Baker and Baker's Wife.)