Good night, Strawberry. Sleep well.
While that happens to be none of your business…
Occasionally, if it’s convenient. But I have to use magic to stabilize myself.
This Lyra can walk on two hooves unaided.
Boscov is an absolute gentlepony-… uh… Bear. His manners are better than mine!
You are ill-informed of a situation that doesn’t involve you in the slightest. Good day.
*Temporarily gains the Midas Touch.*
*Touches Anon.*
*Loses power.*
*Sells golden Anon for cash.*
*Wins the day.*
It’s fun to pretend.
What exactly are you implying?

After Mister Bruce Wayne was kind enough to donate a metric ton of money, I had all the windows replaced with reinforced, enchanted, impact-proof glass.
Have fun trying to break it. I’m going to call the guard.
Great! Thanks for asking!
How are you Fluttershy? I don’t suppose we talk all that often.
Thanks. I try to do some exercises every now and again.
By the way, I got home like ten minutes ago. Gonna have to be faster than that if you’re going to attempt to sexually assault somepony.
And get your nose broken.
O~h! Mister Krinkle! Of course! Sorry about that. Not that I ever understood what was being said in that song.
Primus’ got some good stuff! (That doesn’t involve cursing)
No offense to Boscov, but if something manages to take me out, there’s not a whole lot he’d be able to do.
I’m not the helpless filly from years past. I wouldn’t be around if I still was.
It’s alright. Though you might not want to try telling all that to Granny Smith.
