Pear: You are so lucky you get to be the princess! Like, you of all people! Seriously! I would've been such a better--
Scissors: Look. I'm pretty sure we've established that we're all sharing a dream where we're eliminated but it doesn't even matter.
Pear: Well, still! It's driving me nuts!
Scissors: Look. I frankly don't want to be a princess. I have all these important duties I have to do! These cleaning people are always in my room and I always have this creepy butler following me! Give me the queen for all my care!
Butler: Actually, your highness, she can't be the queen. She has the royal blood.
Scissors: None of us have blood, now go away!
Butler: Are you sure you wouldn't like anything to eat?
Butler: Maybe something to drink?
Butler: What about a hot fleece cloth?
Scissors: NO!!! Go away!!!
Butler: As you wish, your highness.
Scissors: And stop calling me that!
Butler: Yes, your highness.
Pear: Boy, it sure sucks to be princess.
Pizza: Uh, Pinecone, you go for me. Ya know, I never really got how to play chess.
Boombox: Yeah. Um...why aren't you going?
Butler: I will someday have you are exiled for not knowing how to play chess.
Shieldy: Hey, Big Orange Chicken! Okay I know everyone else has not only taken the time to know you. So I decided to get you some birdseed!