CINDERSHY: “Please wait for me, I’m all ready for the ball! I made it out of my mother’s old dress..”  
LADY DAZZELEINE: “Why on Earth would the king & the prince & the other noble ponies see a pony like you DRESSED in RAGS? Simply horrid..”  
CINDERSHY “Don’t worry, I won’t be looking for the prince, I’ll be just~~”  
LADY DAZZLEINE: “By the way, your dress looks like it’s been RIPPED!” tears down the sleeves of Cindershy’s dress  
SONASTASIA DUSK: tears the frills of the dress  
ARIZELLA BLAZE: rips off the ribbons at the neckline of the dress  
LADY DAZZLEINE: “Mark my words, Cindershy, you SHALL NOT go to the ball.”  
CINDERSHY: “B-But every mare is invited. H-How could you~~” near tears  
LADY DAZZLEINE: “You SHALL NOT go to the ball, Cindershy. EVER!!”  
SONASTASIA DUSK: ’Too bad, so sad!”  
ARIZELLA BLAZE: “Goodbye, Cinder-MULE!”