"Applejack, please! Don't be mad!"
"I ain't mad ... I'm disappointed. I told ya I wasn't interested in anypony. I told ya I ain't interested in bein' married."
"Darling, be reasonable! Everypony needs somepony."
"Not me. I've got to run this farm, Rarity. Thats all I gotta do. I don't need to be gettin' married and havin' fillies. I gotta focus on the farm."
"But! I'm sure Granny Smith wouldn't mind some great grandfillies!"
"... Big Mac and Apple Bloom can provide 'em for her."
"Applejack ... please. I don't want you to be alone ..." Rarity looked at her friend. She could sense that Applejack was lonely. Even if she had friends, she was lonely. She might not know she wanted somepony ... but Rarity knew.
"... Ya ain't gonna let up till I give 'em a chance, are ya?"
"Nope~ Well, at least Trend. You really don't have to give Flim ... or Flam ... I forget which - a chance."
Applejack laughed a bit. "Alright. I've give 'em some tests. Go tell 'em to meet me here at sun rise tomorrow mornin' and no later. If they ain't here by the sun's peekin' over the ground, they don't get a chance."
Rarity squeaked happily and rushed out, pausing only at the doorway as Big Mac came in, to give him a kiss on the cheek. The pony of few words stared after Rarity as she rushed out.
"That pony's got her someplace to be?" He asked.
"Eeyup." Applejack responded with a faint smile.