[Eagerly showing off her dish, shoving a forkful into Remy’s mouth before he can object] Ta-daaa! My latest masterpiece! Now eat. No, don’t argue—chew! Quick, quick!... Okay, now describe it! Go on, don’t sugarcoat it—unless it needs sugar, then I’ll add some.

[Looking at Pippin with exaggerated suspicion] Boy, you must be HEXED! Here—take this rabbit’s foot, lucky coin, necklace, silver spoon, whatever THIS is (throws powder in his face) and for good measure, stay a good thirty feet back from me.... (Distant) Don't worry, sugar, I’m still rootin’ for ya!!

[Rattling off tasks quickly while prepping a big meal] Alright, set the table, stir the stew, baste the ribs, flip the cornbread, deal with the burning turkey—wait. BURNING TURKEY?! AHHH!