Bon-Bon: Rebecca. I know you only want the best for me, but who I spend my days with is not your decision to make. And if you respect me for the things I’ve done, then you have to respect Lyra for the things she was forced to struggle through. That’s why I like spending time with her. Secret organizations, life-threatening situations, cloak-and-dagger; it may not have been my first choice, but it was still my choice. Lyra didn’t have that choice.

Bon-Bon: Besides, you think I want to be spoon-fed ambrosia from a silver bowl? I moved out here so I could be a normal mare. I like Lyra because she doesn’t treat me special. She never did. I didn’t do what I did for wealth or stature, I did it because it was the right thing. And we don’t do the right thing expecting something in return. We do it-
Ribbon: Because it’s right…

Bon-Bon: You’re my sister and I still love you, Rebecca. But this is it. If you do something like this again I can’t have you in my life anymore. I know when Mom gave up on me it put a lot of pressure on you, but you’re the one that choose to accept that pressure. And you’ve more than risen to her expectations! It’s ridiculous that I can trust you with my secret identity but not my everyday life.
Ribbon: But what about when she leaves? What about when you’re left here all alone?
Lyra: Why does everypony keep thinking I’m going somewhere?
Bon-Bon: We don’t live expecting the worst. We just enjoy what we have while we have it. It’s all we can do.
Ribbon: I’m… I’m sorry, Samantha! I’m sorry, Lyra!
Bon-Bon: I choose to believe you. Please don’t make that a mistake… And don’t call me Samantha.