Scootaloo: "Well...." [Takes aim, and fires a round, to which from the distance comes the indignant screams of a spoiled rich filly who just got shot in the face with paintball, AGAIN] "Maybe I'm enjoying this a little too much".
Applebloom: "Guess Ah can't blame ya, but...lighten up a bit, alright? Throw out some trash-talk 'er smile a bit. It's kinda creepy how yer all...stow-ick...when we're just playin' a game. No offense...oh, by the way; Snips and Rumble are pinned down over there; three o' clock. Mind splatterin' Pipsqueak so our boys can get to the flag?"
Scootaloo: "Dash told me once - if you wanna be bet at something, you gotta focus and pour effort into it, even the small things, and that's what I'm going to do." [Aims down rifle scope, sighting Pipsqueak] "Snipers do it the only way they could - always alert, always calm, no stress, no remorse, definitely none of the usual hot-headed stuff. Every shot counts, every shot must be on target..." [Fires a few more rounds] "... and bingo."