Bon-Bon: You’re awful quiet since we left.

Lyra: I… don’t really know what to say.

Bon-Bon: Did you at least enjoy yourself?

Lyra: Of course! Yes! Absolutely! I’m just… you sang so well.

Bon-Bon: I should hope so. I’d been practicing that song for the last two months. Surprised I didn’t spoil things by humming it around the house or something.

Lyra: No, I was… completely…

Bon-Bon: I know… you don’t feel the same way about me that I do for you. You probably never will. But I want you to at least know how much you mean to me. How much having you here means to me. And one day when you leave-
Lyra: Bon-Bon I’m not-
Bon-Bon: I’m not naive, Lyra. I know you’re not going to stay here forever. Ponyville is like a vacation to you. A hideaway. It’s a nice place to get away from it all. You get to ignore things a bit. But one day you’re going to get restless and… you’re going to go back. Back to Canterlot or back to the bustle of some other city-I don’t know which. When that happens, I want you to know that I’ll still be here. No matter how long you’re gone. No matter what happens.

Lyra: I… don’t…

Bon-Bon: There’s nothing for you to say. I just want you to be happy.

Lyra: I just want you to be happy.

Bon-Bon: Then maybe one day we’ll both be happy.