Thomas: "Sweeety.. you're not MAD I agreed we'd go to th' ORIKLE...are you?"

Zpringzia: "VELLL...Huny-Bun.. Mein BUNNY PRECIOOZ...I KNO een mein HART zat yoo arr JUZT HELPIN Mz. ZKARLOT... I vorry a leetl beet-- And ze ORIKL! Yoo KNO vat DOZ ARR, donnt yoo?"

Thomas: "Oh--Honeytreats-- you TOTALLEE don't need to worry, & th' ORIKLE is just a prophety-sooth-sayer kinda thing, right?"

Zpringzia: "Vell--zat'z BAZIKLEE rite abowt ze ORIKL-- but...they GET zeir vizzinz--"

Thomas: "Yes?"

Zpringzia: "Zey get zeir vizzinz frum VOLKANIK GAZZEZ, huny."

Thomas: "Oh! I-- uh-- didn't know!"

Thomas: "Given our PREVIOUS EXPERIENCES with Volcanic Gasses*, should we beg off of said trip?"

Zpringzia: "I-- dun't KNO... Vat do yoo think?"

Thomas: "Wow. That's a toughie."

Thomas: "I WANT to help her, very much--cuz she SEEMS like she needs help very much... BUT AT WHAT RISK? Who KNOWS how much volcanic gas it would take to turn OTTO loose?!*"

Zpringzia: "Dammit-- I THEENK zat meenz ve HAFF to try to HELP her."

Thomas: "Stupid obligations of conscience. You KNOW I wouldn't jeopardize us for th' world, honeybun..."

Zpringzia: "of KORZ, sveeti."