“Scootaloo, tell the garishly yellow pony who must not be named that she can buck off.”
“Why, I-! Scootaloo, tell that good fer nothing ball of shampoo that she can go to Tartarus fer all I care!”
“Girls…”
“Tartarus would be an improvement over staying in the same room as you!”
“You’d be in real good company, from what I see.”
“Girls.”
“I almost pity you for having no good company to stay with.”
“Still better than the sick goop you use to hang out with other ponies.”
“Gasp You take that back!”
“Girls!”
“Remind me again how much makeup you need tah’ use to look, ‘Presentable?’”
“At least I’m not some country pony! Talk normal, you psychopath!”
“Why you two bit, cheating, conniv-!”
“GIRLS!”
“What?!”
“Look, how about we call it a tie and get back to work, yeah?”
“NEVER!”
Scootaloo silently grumbled as they got back to arguing.