"Well, there's nothing to do but give it a try, I suppose. If this is what the Paint Stars gave us, it must be right. Let's go!"
"So the Rock Paper Wizard was really a Toad! Deep down, I guess I knew it all along..."
"Wait! Are you seeing this, Mario?!"
"There were this many Rock Paper Wizards?!"
"Aw, come on! Our magical road is too slippery to walk on? After everything we've done? Gah!"
"Thanks, Luigi. If anyone gives you any trouble, just give 'em that mean stare you showed us earlier."
"All right, Mario. Let's go rescue Princess Peach!"
"Look! It's Princess Peach!"
"They've drained her color and framed her like some kind of pretentious art!"
"OK, Bowser got us with that one."
"But at least we're not surrounded by bad guys!"
"What are you doing? Mixing all of the paint like that is just going to make a bunch of black paint! Oh."
"Mario, we can't do anything with this black paint all over the place. Think! Do we have anything that could wash all of the paint away? Some kind of "machine" that was designed specifically for "washing"?"
"The nerve of that guy! You NEVER use a man's own paint against him! There are treaties against that!"
"Anyway, Princess Peach is still up there. Let's go save her!"
"What is going on here? This is the creepiest thing I've ever seen!"
"Look at those huge buckets! Just like the ones that were attached to those airships..."
"So this is where they've been bringing all of the paint they stole from Prism Island. But why?"
"And why are they taking the paint into that tunnel?"
"Just what is Bowser planning?"
"Man! How are we gonna get past this guy without a bucket?"
"Think! Is there anything around here that could pass for a bucket?"
"Wait. You want ME to pretend to be a common bucket?"
"Well... if it will help save paint... I guess I can give it a try."
"He's making black paint bombs!"
"Those are just like the one that fell on Sunglow Ridge. Do you remember that horrible mess?"
"With this many bombs, he could... Why... he could paint the whole world black!"
"It looks like they're pumping in all of the black paint from that room over there."
"We HAVE to put a stop to this!"
"THAT POOR PAINT!"
"They're mixing all the beautiful colors together without any regard for chromaticity!"