Trixie: *is drunk* I hate everything
Pinkie: Awww, cheer up, Grumpy Mcangrypants! Wait, you don't wear pants, umm...Grumpy Mcanrgycape? Naahh. Wait a minute, what am I saying? None of us wear pants anyway
Trixie: Where did you come from?
Pinkie: My parents, of course! Silly!
Trixie: I get it. Hilarious, truly. Now, if you don't mind, Trixie was busy drowning her sorrows away in flood of booze
Me: Booze? Is that a type of cake?
Trixie: Yes. Yes, it's a kind of cake. Now begone
Pinkie: It is?! Ooooh, I love cake!! Can I have some?! Can I?! Can I?! Huh?!
Someone: *hands Pinkie booze* Her you go... Pink Pony.
Pinkie: Yaaaaaay! *snatches bottle out of his hand* I love cake! *is about to take a sip of it, then out of some sort of miracle, she doesn't drink it* waaaaatiaminute, Cake doesn't come in bottles! Silly Pinkie! *tosses bottle away, landing on Trixie's head*
Trixie: *bottle konks Trixie on the head, bounces off and shatters on the ground*
Aaaahhh! What's wrong with you! How dare you hit The Great and Powerful Trixie! Why, she could've been KILLED!
Pinkie: But if Trixie is so great and powerful, why would that kill her? ...Wait, who is she?
Trixie: Never mind Pinkie. That's the way I talk. I don't know why. That's your name, I think. Pinkie?
Pinkie: Mmmhmm! That's Pinkie with an IE, not a Y. Everypony gets it wrong for some reason *shrugs and looks to the camera*
Trixie: What are you looking at?
Pinkie: Oh nothing, just the audience