Transcripts/She Talks to Angel


 * Antoine: [hissing]
 * Fluttershy: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Oh. Antoine believes what he eats is his business. Do other predators feel that way, too?
 * [animals chattering]
 * Fluttershy: Would anyprey like to respond? Muriel, does it bother you when Antoine tries to eat you? Just because you're on opposite ends of the food chain doesn't mean you can't work—
 * Muriel: [trumpets]
 * Fluttershy: Huh? It doesn't mean you can't...
 * Harry: [roars]
 * Fluttershy: [clears throat, strained] It doesn't mean you can't work togeth—
 * Sandra: [growls, chomps]
 * Fluttershy: Oh! [sighs] I'm sorry, but the more you distract everyone, the longer this will take.
 * Angel: [angry chittering]
 * Fluttershy: I am listening to you. But if you really want to be heard, you should join our predator/prey support group. Then you can talk to everyone here. You could teach all these hungry predators the delights of a carrot-based cuisine. Sorry, everyone. I think somebunny just wants a little attention. Now, since we all need to get along, what if all predators promise to only eat vegetables while staying at the sanctuary?
 * Harry: [low growl]
 * [animals chattering]
 * Sandra: [whines]
 * Fluttershy: Oh, Sandra, you can do it.
 * [stomach growls]
 * Sandra: [whines, growls]
 * Fluttershy: [gasps] Angel, Sandra, wait!
 * Sandra: [barking]
 * [rumbling]
 * Harry: [roars]
 * [crash!]
 * [animal sounds]
 * [fighting sounds]
 * Dr. Fauna: It might look like chaos, but Fluttershy makes it work, even with Angel running around.
 * Zecora: Ohhhh. Perhaps I can help those two get along before something here can go terribly wrong.




 * [birds chirping]
 * Dr. Fauna: Zecora found this little guy and brought him to my office. But I thought he might do better at the sanctuary.
 * [poof]
 * Angel: [coughing]
 * Zecora: Bringing him here seemed the right thing to do. I've never seen geckos breathe smoke though. Have you?
 * Fluttershy: Ooh. I certainly haven't.
 * Dr. Fauna: I thought we could take a look at his diet. Plus, it's about time for me to give all the animals here a checkup.
 * Fluttershy: That's a wonderful idea.
 * [lizard chirping]
 * Fluttershy: If we really want to know what's going on, we need to make sure the problem isn't your food.
 * [stomach growls]
 * Fluttershy: I wouldn't worry too much. It's probably just something he's been eating. Oh. [grunts] Um, is there anything else we can do for you?
 * Zecora: Ahhh. Seeing what you two do, the real question is – can I help you?
 * Angel: [blows raspberry]
 * Fluttershy: You mean me and Angel?
 * Zecora: Mm-hmm.
 * Fluttershy: Oh, he's fine! We're fine! I... I just don't always have time to indulge him. But we're best friends!
 * Zecora: Even the best of friends need help from time to time. Come visit me in my hut, should you change your mind.
 * Fluttershy: Okay, thanks! But Angel and I are great!
 * Dr. Fauna: Oh, goodness, Fluttershy. Is this the list of what you do every day? [chuckles] How do you find time for anything else?
 * Fluttershy: Between here and teaching at the school, I'm not sure I do. You're gonna love it here, little gecko.
 * [lizard chirps]
 * Fluttershy: What is it? Not fluffy enough?
 * [lizard chirps]
 * Fluttershy: Oh, sorry. We need to see if your food is causing your issue.
 * [lizard purring]
 * Fluttershy: Huh? Hmm. Not now, Angel.


 * Antoine: [hisses]
 * Fluttershy: There's snake treats made to look like chocolate chip cookies.
 * Antoine: [chews, gulps]
 * Fluttershy: They're vegan. Pinkie Pie made a whole jar of them. They're all yours if you promise. No more trying to eat Muriel the baby elephant. [gasps] No, Angel. I have too much to do.


 * Clementine: [coughing]
 * Dr. Fauna: Oh, careful, girl. That neck is still pretty sore.
 * Fluttershy: Don't forget to shift your weight, Scout!
 * Scout: [snoring]
 * Dr. Fauna: [sighs] What does she want?
 * Fluttershy: Her neck is feeling better, but a massage every day for the next week wouldn't hurt. I'll add it to my list.
 * Dr. Fauna: [laughs] Fluttershy, I've said it before, but I'll say it again. This place would be a... zoo without you! [laughs, snorts]
 * [thunk!]
 * Fluttershy: Angel!
 * [beat]
 * Fluttershy: Listen to you for once? Just what exactly is that supposed to mean?!
 * Angel: [chitters]
 * Fluttershy: Come back! I-I meant tell me, not—! [groans]
 * Dr. Fauna: Well, whatever it is, you're the only one he can tell about it. Little fella just wants you all to himself.
 * Fluttershy: Unfortunately, that's not an option.
 * Dr. Fauna: Aw, he's not causing any real trouble.
 * [crash!]
 * Dr. Fauna: Aah!
 * [birds chirping]
 * Dr. Fauna: Other than that, possibly.
 * [crash!]
 * Muriel: [trumpets]
 * Dr. Fauna: Or that. I'll just stop talking.
 * [zip!]
 * Fluttershy: [groans] I'll take care of it. I hope this is important, Angel. I barely made a dent in my to-do list for today.
 * [door opens]
 * Fluttershy: Concentrated carrot extract? That's for reviving energy-sapped herbivores. Are you feeling rundown?
 * Angel: [chitters]
 * Fluttershy: You just like the taste?! Ugh! Angel, that extract is in short supply! What's gotten into you? Every day this week, you've been causing trouble when I have work to do!
 * Angel: [chitters]
 * Fluttershy: Of course I know you can't talk to anypony else. But that's not my fault. I have responsibilities!
 * Angel: [growls]
 * Fluttershy: You're right. We can't go on like this. I guess we do need to see Zecora for help.


 * Zecora: No need to sit and silently stew. Tell each other what's bothering you.
 * Fluttershy: He's so impatient, even when he knows I have work to do.
 * [beat]
 * Fluttershy: Well, that's not true. We talk all the time.
 * [beat]
 * Fluttershy: Of course talking at the sanctuary counts. That's where I am when I don't have a class to teach.
 * [beat]
 * Fluttershy: What do you mean that's the problem?
 * [beat]
 * Fluttershy: You feel like I'm the only pony you can talk to, and all I do is ignore you? Well, I feel like you don't care about my responsibilities.
 * [beat]
 * Fluttershy: [laughs nervously] Um, as you can see, we're kind of at an impasse.
 * Zecora: Ahhh, such luck, your coming here indeed. Behold, the antidote you need.
 * Fluttershy: Is this what you meant by "help us"?
 * Zecora: When trouble brews between you two, turning sister against brother, true understanding is what's due. Each must come to know the other. There's no time to waste. Go directly home. But you both must taste when you're finally alone.


 * Fluttershy: Not yet, Angel. Zecora told us to take it together when we got home.
 * [beat]
 * Fluttershy: Hmm. I suppose we could dust off the old picnic blanket. It'll be just like old times. We'll drink the potion and settle in for a nice tea party. I can barely remember the last time we did that. I've been so busy at the sanctuary. Though I really need to keep an eye on Zecora's gecko, and I haven't finished any of today's chores. If I don't, the animals won't get the care they need. Ohh. Maybe we should just save the potion until af— Angel! Zecora said to go home first!
 * [pop!]
 * [splash]
 * Angel: [gulps, burps]
 * Fluttershy: I know she said we have to take it together, so... I guess I have to
 * [pop!]
 * Fluttershy: [gulping, belches] I wonder what it's gonna doooo—
 * [magic sounds]
 * —whooooaaaa!
 * [thud]
 * Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, hang on, hold up! Am I a pony? Why am I a pony?!
 * [high-pitched scream]