''Aw, babe, c'mon, don't-.''
''Trixie should not have to deal with this! Trixie is a star, unlike you!''
Vinyl shook her head. ''Yeah, ok, whatever,'' she huffed.
''What?'' Trixie shot back. ''Do you doubt Trixie?''
''Naw, Trix, I'm not thinkin' that, it's-'' Vinyl halfheartedly shrugged. ''I'm making money, so who's the real star? All you do is make fireworks.''
Trixie gasped. ''How dare you insult Trixie!''
The two mares glared at one another...
...then the disk jockey smirked.
''Did I ever tell you how hot you look when you're pissed off?''
''Shut up.''