RD: Why am I Mr. Pink? Pinkie Pie is pink already!
TS: Maybe next time you won't be so quick to judge who can be a pet or not.
RD: Why can't we just pick our own colors?
TS: No way, no way. Tried it once, doesn't work. You got four crazy ponies all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black. Nopony wants to back down, even though they're supposedly friends. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
FS: ...What's wrong with yellow...?
RD: Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. P:censored:, no offense, Pinkie.
PP: None taken, Dashie!
RD: How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.
TS: You're not Mr. Purple. Some pony on some other job is Mr. Purple. You're Mr. PINK.
R: Really, Darling, it doesn't matter what your name is, does it?
RD: Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?
TS: Hey! NOPONY'S trading with ANYPONY. That's the way it's written down on my checklists! Now listen, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the road with comparatively superior height. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
RD: Geez, fine, I'm Mr. Pink, let's move on... And it's "My way or the highway", nerd.