Rainbow: I’m proud of you. (patting Fluttershy’s shoulder; she grimaces mightily) You know that? You’re facing your fears head-on, just like I always did as a kid. (Fluttershy huddles into herself; Rainbow looks over the side.) I mean, look. (On the start of the next line, cut to her perspective of the steadily receding ground.) Rainbow: A four-hundred-foot vertical drop right into these loop-de-loops and a corkscrew?

Rainbow: (forcing a grin) You’re probably super-nervous about that, I bet. Heh. (Close-up of the climbing wheels; she continues o.s.) And that next part where it goes backwards? (The pair again; now Fluttershy is trying not to vomit over the both of them.) Uh, how are you feeling, Fluttershy? (Up and up they go toward the summit—now they are high enough to match the altitude of a passing seagull, the sight of which unhinges Rainbow even more.) Rainbow: Is it even safe to be this high up? (Cut to Fluttershy; she continues o.s.) You’re probably thinking— (Long shot of the train.) —“Stop the ride! I want to get off!” (Cut to the pair, now at the top.) That’s what you want, right? Right now? You’re about to yell it? (completely freaked out) Stop the ride! Seriously! Please, somebody stop the ride! STOP THE RIIIIDE!!