"My, what an unpleasant place... but I suppose we have no choice! We must go onward and save Peach before this situation spirals beyond our control! Let's move on, darling!"

"We're finally here, dear! Let's waste no time finding that Poshley Sanctum that Frankly spoke of."

"What IS that foul thing? ...Oh, my! Mario, look! It's got the other passengers!"

"They wish to rule the world? Well, I refuse to bow to such megalomaniacs!"

"Mario, dear! look alive! That may well be an e-mail from Princess Peach!"

"All right, let's finish this nasty business right now! Come on, Mario, dear!"

"Oh, my! He got quite a bit larger, didn't he?"

"Using a Crystal Star and innocent fighters to improve your looks? You're despicable."

"My goodness! Mario, there's the Crystal Star!"

"Mario, darling! We must chase him down!"

"You just shut your trap, sir! You drained the life from those poor souls!"

"Mercy! A machine under the ring using a Crystal Star? These are the blueprints! I can scarcely understand this paper, but I believe the Crystal Star powers it! If this paper's correct, then the machine can suck the power out of folks! Oh, no... Is it possible that King K and Bandy Andy were, well... drained?"

"Oh, my! Is that the paper Grubba said he's hid? Let's have a look."

"I do believe he's gone... Now, wasn't there something in his desk drawer?"

"Why, that voice belongs to Grubba! Could he have made those poor souls disappear?"

"Isn't this the air duct? Where does it lead?"

"So, it was you, after all! You sent those threats about the Crystal Star!"

"Whatever does THAT mean, you awful chicken? Am I to understand that it was you who got the security guard to lock us away?"

"Well, here we are, dear. At last, we fight the champ. Let's take him, shall we?"

"Well, I daresay we've made it in time! And it sounds like the fans approve! Ah, it reminds me so much of my time on stage! Let's go give that chicken what for!"

"I should like to request that we NEVER do that again. In any case, to the arena!"

"Darling, I tried it earlier. It's quite firmly locked."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, darling, but won't we forfeit if we don't show up? There simply MUST be a way out of this place!"

"Oh, my goodness gracious! We've been locked in, Mario! We're trapped here!"

"Well, my dear, I'd say we're now officially VERY late. Let's find out what's what."

"Mercy me, we're back in a minor-league locker room! And it's deserted! He DID say to wait here... But, darling, I can't help but think we'll miss our match!"

"Sir, I really must protest... Where are we off to?"

"Pardon me, sir, but I do believe you're taking us the wrong way..."

"My word, did you see that? I do believe that was young Ms. Jolene! What in the world is going on here?"

"Andy, honey, just hang on! Why would we have to avoid the ring, now?"

"What on earth is this?!? Bandy Andy, you poor dear! And King K! How awful!"

"Whatever could that key be for?"

"I daresay that cake was poisoned! Had we eaten it, we'd have ended up like that poor fellow there!"

"Incidentally, darling... Did you notice this poor soul on the floor?"

"Mercy! My, that was close! I say, though, Mario, when that Grubba spoke of the Crystal Star... I couldn't help but notice that Ms. Jolene acted a touch strange... Well, I do believe that we'd best make ourselves scarce before we're found!"

"Good gracious me! Did you hear what I just heard? Missing fighters? How absolutely heartrending! That poor, sweet King K... I just assumed he had retired to his hometown..."

""The staircase switch"? Am I to understand there's a staircase hidden in here?"