Queen Jillian Zamussels: Any luck?
Vanna: That's... really weird.
Vanna: Don't know what I'm looking at, but I can't turn him from here.
Vanna: No, I'm outa juice, sorry.
Queen Jillian Zamussels: All right.
Chief Warlord Duncan Scone: Do you wish to parley again, Queen?
Chief Warlord Duncan Scone: Or... perhaps just go muster with Jetstone for the full assault?
Queen Jillian Zamussels: You know what would be refreshingly direct?
Ansom: Inbound! Flyers!
Queen Jillian Zamussels: Hold still, loverboy.
Sound: NORP! NORP! NORP
Prince Tramennis: Well...
Prince Tramennis: What have we now?
Prince Tramennis: Incredible.
Ansom: Hello again, brother.
Prince Tramennis: You know...
Prince Tramennis: Turnabout is not only fair, it's also quite fun.
Prince Tramennis: Well I must say, Your Highness...
This was just ...delightfully direct.
Queen Jillian Zamussels: That's what I said!