Phan: “Oh please. Do I look like some damn teenager? That’s ridiculous. I’m 27 years old! I don’t have time for little kid games.”
Candlelight: “Come on, Sis. Don’t you think it’s a little romantic?”
Phan: “What the shit is romantic about kissing a random stranger under a plant? That’s harassment.”
Candlelight: “You are no fun at all, Phan!”
Phan: “Hey, show me some Smack Daniel’s, some cheese puffs, and that twerk beat on Filly Flank’s latest album, and I’ll show you some fun. Mistletoe? Nah.
…I guess a kiss would be pretty bomb, though.”
Why would you ask her anything she’s like Candle but more rugged and 10x worse
Candlelight: Really though, if you’re trying to get with my sister, forget about it. You’ll regret it for sure, unless you’re the type of pony she needs.
Phan: “Down at Lucille’s. Manehatten, y'know. Crazy city.”
Phan: “Well, shucks.”
Candlelight: “Oh god, let’s not feed her already giant ego.”
Phan: “What are you talking about? I would never insult Candlelight. We bicker a lot because we’re sisters, but we have a bond that’s pretty close.
After mom died and he left, we were on our own. Living with your 4 year old sister and taking care of her when you’re only 12 is eye-opening. I’m glad that I was there for Candlelight. I did the best I could. We were together until she graduated and moved to Ponyville…So that’s what, 13 years?
Candle’s all the family I have left. We’ve got each other, even if we live in different cities. The thought of making her sad bums me out, for real. I would never hurt her, not for a second.
Don’t tell her this, but I really love her.”
Candlelight: “Nonono, she is not my friend, she’s my sister!”
Phan: “Oh Shrimpy, you know you love me.”
Candlelight: “Well, of course I love you, but…I still don’t forgive you for that one time!”
Phan: That was two years ago!
Candlelight: Yeah, you knocked me out, took over my blog, and went through my computer, you bitch!“
Phan: "Oh come on Can-Can, that was the old me!”
Candlelight: “You haven’t changed at all you hood-rat!”
