"I just can't stop thinking about Sunset. Rarity! Do you think I should try calling her again?"
"But you've called her sixteen times in the last few minutes, darling."
"And I sent her twelve pictures of my whisker biscuit."
"Twilight...darling...can I be honest with you for a moment? When you talk about these sorts of...er...romantic interludes, it makes one rather uncomfortable."
"Why are you uncomfortable, Rarity, it's just a clunge."
"Stop that."
"Cave of wonders."
"No."
"My clown's pocket?"
"Twilight, please."
"My hoo-ha, beef curtain, front bottom?"
"..."
"Come on, Rarity, you don't like me talking about my bearded oyster? Hippo's yawn?"
*sigh*
"Just let me call her from your phone, please?!"
"Oh all right!"
*beep beep boop*
"Hello, Sunset?"
"Ahh! Leave me alone!"
*click*
"Yeah...she wants the V."