Bon-Bon: You’re back! How did it go?

Tootsie: It was fine. I’m just tired.
Lyra: In a mad bid for filly-of-the-year, Liza has decided to volunteer at the hospital.
Bon-Bon: Really? Are you sure about that, Liza?
Tootsie: Yeah. But I’m going to go to sleep. Good night.
Bon-Bon: Oh? But it’s still a little… early…

Lyra: She’s exhausted. Heck, I’m pretty tired. We must have crossed that hospital nine-times-over.
Bon-Bon: How’d she do?
Lyra: Well, she never passed out. [Pause] It’s a process. One trip was never going to cure anything.

Bon-Bon: What about you?
Lyra: What about me?
Bon-Bon: For somepony that jumped at the opportunity to help Liza, you sure have neglected to help yourself.

Lyra: Blood is unavoidable. The things I’ve seen no pony should ever experience again. So it doesn’t matter.
Bon-Bon: Is that what Doctor Reification said? [Pause] No comment then? [Pause] Well Lyra, you can ignore me until I walk away. But your own problems? They’ll outlast you.