"But this is a minor-league locker room! And speaking of which, where is everybody? I know he said to wait here... But, Mario, we're gonna miss our fight against the champ!"

"Slow down, will ya, buddy? WHY are we going this weird way again?"

"Hey! Where do you think YOU'RE going, pal? Huh? The ring's this way!"

"Whoa! Did you see that, Mario? Was that... Jolene? What the heck is going on?"

"Andy! Stay with us, OK? What do you mean, don't go near the ring?!?"

"W-What happened here?!? Bandy Andy! And King K!"

"Omigosh! That cake must've totally been poisoned! Boy, if we'd eaten it... that'd be us on the floor!"

"Hey, Mario, you see what happened to our pal here?"

"Great. Our angry pen pal again. He sure seems to have a lot of information... I mean, if he knows about the Crystal Star AND the missing fighters... Then this guy is totally holding the key to this entire mystery! But like, who is it? WHO?!?"

"Wow! That was Bowser, right? Jeepers, who woulda thought he'd show his face HERE?"

"Phew! Boy, that was close! Did you catch how Grubba just came out of left field with that Crystal Star bit? Jolene was acting totally weird, right? I'm betting she knows something... Anyway, for now, we'd better get out of here before someone finds us."

"Pssst! Mario! You listening to this?!? This whole missing fighter thing stinks of funny business! And here I just thought that King K retired and headed back to his hometown..."

""The staircase switch"? What, is there supposed to be a staircase in here?"

"What's with that burglar rat? I SWEAR, I'm gonna headbonk her if she doesn't watch it! But whatever... What do you think she meant about some poor souls upstairs?"

"Are you, like, the biggest floozy ever or what?"

"Pfffffffft! PUH-leeeeeeze! I am, like, SO sure!"

"You again! Miss Flirt-a-lot! Are you following us or what? Y'know, Security heard you bungling around in here. It WAS you, right?"

"The storage room in the arena now? Sheesh! What next? This guy's got us running all over! It's driving me totally nuts!"

"What's that chick's beef? It was totally hard work getting that info! Well, whatever. At least it sounds like the Crystal Star is somewhere in here."

"Mario! Do you believe what that is? It's a scientific report on the Crystal Stars! Someone was researching the Crystal Stars! And they even have pictures! Y'know, it's REALLY weird that someone would just leave this lying around..."

""The blockade in the minor-league locker room," Huh? What's behind it, you think?"

"Mario! ANOTHER e-mail!"

"What?!? You... were in that cute little eggy-weggy? Whoa! That's wild!"

"Heyyy... Check it out! Our little eggy friend is gone. What a bummer! Where do you think the little guy took off to?"

"We're gonna do it! We make the major league if we win! Get psyched, Mario!"

"You hear that, little guy? Just make sure not to get in our way, though, OK?"

"Huh? What is it now, eggy? You want to follow us? Is that it? I'm pretty sure our little buddy here wants to hang out with us. Do we let him?"

"Awesome! Didja hear that, little eggy-weggy?!? You're free! See ya around!"

"I am TOTALLY with you on this one, Mario. We'll let you go, little buddy! Is that OK with you, too, Mr. Hot-Dog-Stand Guy?"

"Huh? Did you hear that, Mario? You want us to help you, little eggy-weggy? It's so ADORABLE! What should we do, Mario?"

"What did you expect, huh? We rock!"

"We aren't gonna lose to scrubs like you!"

"C'mon, Mario! Let's get this over with!"

"They... Those total COWARDS! Those chickens attacked us before the bell rang! Oh, that is IT! Come on! We aren't losing to punks like them! Let's waste 'em!"

"There you go! You and I are, like, TOTALLY on the same exact wavelength! Crack a few heads, take a few names, become champ, and nab that belt!"

"Whoa! Look, Mario! There! On the champ's belt! Isn't that a Crystal Star? Yeah, yeah, it totally is! Look at it sparkle! Gotta be a Crystal Star! Why would that be in a sweaty old pit like this?"

"Woah, totally AWESOME! Check it out, Mario! Someone's about to catch a beating up there!"

"Well, no doubt about it: This is Glitzville! Can you believe it actually floats? Well, let's get to it, huh, Mario? Let's find that Crystal Star as fast as we can!"

"What should we do, Mario? We at least have to tell Don Pianta SOMETHING... But... That stuff about our luck turning terrible didn't sound all that appetizing..."

"Wait... what's the favor?"

"Fairy tale nothing! That treasure's real!"

"Sheesh, Professor..."

"There it is! The resting spot of the next Crystal Star! Totally awesome! But it looks like it's pointing somewhere... up in the sky. Huh? What could that mean?"

"Here we go again, Mario! Let's see that Crystal Star!"

"Aw, isn't that sweet, Mario?"

"Hey, you hear that? Someone's mailing you!"

"Hey! You! I see you, Jerk! Mario, it's that weasel!"

"Wow, Mario! Check it out! The Crystal Star! Score!"

"Huh? Did you feel that? That crazy shaking? What in the world was that?"