DAISY: “Now you listen here, Mr. Ranger guy…
 
RANGER GARTH: “Garth. Ranger Garth.”
 
DAISY: “Right. Anyway, I don’t see why you’re making a big deal with Dancer. He didn’t do anything wrong, he’s just a scared doofus who needs to get his armor off.”
 
GARTH: “He tried to hide his allegiance with the Enclave. That makes him suspi– I’m sorry, did you just say ‘doofus?’“
 
DAISY: “Okay, maybe that didn’t have a lot of tact to it, but I mean that’s the point I’m trying to make! He’s harmless.”
 
GARTH: “Then he would have willing turned himself in the minute he walked into– Okay, I’m sorry, but ‘doofus?’ What kind of grown pony uses that? How old are you?”
 
DAISY: “How old are you for being hung up over a word, Ranger Danger?”
 
GARTH: “How old are you that you ask for a frickin’ lollipop during an interrogation!?”
 
DAISY: “Anxiety issues! You think it’s easy being questioned by a military dude? It calms my nerves! And you know what else, it gives me cool looking edge without actually having to use a cigarette.”
 
GARTH: “What… what conversation have I gotten myself into?”
 
DAISY: “You tell me. You dragged me in here, Gary.”
 
GARTH: “It’s GARTH!”