Inspector Mare: GIMME THAT GOLD DANG SCROLL, or else I'm gonna shove a chocolate banana down your puny throat as your royal last meal!!

Deputy Mare: HEH, and ponies said I'M the scruffiest sourpuss sibling of the pair!

Inspector Mare: I'm sorry, but I've been going full-steam all day chasing that stuck-up dog for many miles on end! I know Cloudpuff worked hard to deliver the message for the Queen, but do you expect US to cook up some pricey chow after making US chase that fuzzball *ALL** the way HERE??!* I'm running on fumes here, sister!

Professor: If he wanted a good meal, he could've just asked for a ice-cold smoothie from Miss Starscout's mobile kiosk right then and there on the streets, and save himself AND all of us the energy and time...