"Consarnit you Flamebrain! Who asked you? Even so, She's right, as usual it's Twenty-Five percent each, the rest goes toward the Finder's fee"
Oh my goodness…: "Oh. . . um. . . okay."
"Mmmrpgh crpyha drghya!"
"Ugh just shut up. . . I've told you a thousand times! Mind where you point that thing, you Psychotic Filly. You may have Fireproofed your Wings, but I for one don't want to have to deal with burnt feathers, and I'm pretty sure neither does Shy!"
"Mmph mphna mprh."
"Fine. . . we'll buy you some Ice cream when we get back"
I don't really have much to say about this one, since the dialogue does most of my work for me.