“You can… be an idiot if you’re nice, because who doesn’t like that sweet mare up the way? Or if you’re sharp, you can be a bitch, and ponies will put up with you because you’re competent. But dumb bitch is not a great combination. You… You might want to work on that.”

“You, on the other hand, are the most miserable type of loser. The kind who manages to be arrogant about the fact that they’ve never succeeded at anything and never will. You can sit there and judge us for being all superior, while you sit there comfortable in your mediocrity. You fuck up a scene, you still go home at four, sit down with your oh-so-loving family and bitch about how the director was mean to you. I fuck up a scene? I get to sleep in the attic. And you think you’re better than me?”

“No, I’m nasty to you because you’re a lazy, entitled, stupid whore and every time you vomit out your lines in front of the camera, you’re insulting my profession and insulting me. If you were merely talentless, that could be forgiven. A mare can’t help it if she’s born crippled. But you don’t even understand acting well enough to understand what you’re doing wrong.”