[about Rarity's dresses] Oh, those amateurish designs look like a piled-on mish-mash of everything but the kitchen sink!
[The crowd laughs, while Rarity pushes a kitchen sink away]
HTHoity Toity
It's a travesty, it's what it is. Those outfits are the ugliest things I've ever seen, oh for shame! Who is responsible for subjecting our eyes to these horrors, not to mention wasting my valuable time?
[sobbing] LEAVE ME ALONE! I want to be alone! I want to wallow in... whatever it is that ponies are supposed to wallow in! Do ponies wallow in pity? Oh, listen to me! I don't even know what I'm supposed to wallow in! I'M SO PATHETIIIC!
Exile... I guess technically I'd have to move away to live in exile. Where would I go? And what would I pack? Oh, it's going to take me forever to do all of that packing. What are you supposed to pack when you go to exile? Are you supposed to pack warm?
[A flowerpot lands on her head, followed by an anvil, a haycart, and a piano. Up above, a guilty-looking Derpy Hooves is seen alongside several other pegasus employees of a moving company.]
I just wish I could've met the Wonderbolts when they were awake. [a hoof taps on her shoulder. She turns around to see Spitfire, at the head of the Wonderbolts] Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh, oh, mygosh!
Well, it's a game about who can be quiet the longest. Sound fun? [the Crusaders appear uninterested] I'm the world champ, you know. I bet you can't beat me! [squeaks, holds her breath for a few moments]
Cutie Mark Crusaders, welcome to your new clubhouse! [awkward pause] Well, don't thank me all at once. This was my clubhouse when I was your age. Sure it hasn't been used in a while, but it's empty and on a secluded, private part of the farm. And it's all yours. It just needs a little, uh, TLC.