Maribelle: Now, repeat after me: "My name is Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Brady: .......
Maribelle: Did you hear me? "My name is Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Brady: ...The name's Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Maribelle: "My name IS," Brady. Not "The name's." Now, "My mother's name is Maribelle." ...Go ahead, darling. Try it.
Brady: My ma... Er, my mother... Aw, nuts, Ma! Yer crazy if you think I'm puttin' up with this crap!
Maribelle: Don't you dare walk out on me, young man!
Brady: Ma, we're at war here. Ya know? With killin' and all that malarkey? If you wanna teach me something teach me some tricks with a staff.
Maribelle: I'll teach nothing of the sort to a boor who scoffs at the value of proper language!
Brady: Why not?
Maribelle: A person's words reflect their character.
Brady: So anyone who speaks a little rough is some kinda knuckle dragger? Ain't that a little simplistic?
Maribelle: Unrefined language shows a lack of concern for how one comes across to others. It demonstrates a lack of respect and is ample cause to judge someone.
Brady: Why ya always gotta be so hardheaded about everything?
Maribelle: Better a hard head than a brain made of mush! I'd sooner choose my words carefully than speak rashly and regret it.
Brady: Sounds like somebody screwed up in the past, yeah? Who'd ya piss off?
Maribelle: Really, must your EVERY phrase be vulgar? It should be "WHOM did you piss off," Brady. ...Go on, repeat it for yourself.
Brady: Uh, something tells me that still ain't entirely proper speech...

Brady: Huh... Never knew that...
Maribelle: Good day, Brady/ What are you reading?
Brady: Oh! N-nothing, Ma.
Maribelle: Don't tell me it's something salacious!
Brady: What! No! I don't even know what that word means!
Maribelle: Give that here this minute! Let me see... "Proper Diction: A Beginner's Guide"?
Brady: ...Happy now? I was gonna surprise ya after I learned how to talk all pretty.
Maribelle: Brady, you...
Brady: Anyway, what of it?! I'm only doin' it what to get ya off my case!
Maribelle: Brady, this book is designed for children seven years or younger...
Brady: WHAT?! But it's so tough!
Maribelle: I never imagined things were this grim...
Brady: L-look, I just wanted to review the basics, yeah? You're always harpin' on the basics!
Maribelle: Yes, they're paramount, naturally. But still... Chapter one: "Your Friend, the Noun!" ...This is honestly where you're starting?
Brady: H-hey, get off my case! I don't need this! I talk just fine anyway, yeah? Forget all this! I'm'a make like pants and split!
Maribelle: Goodness. Just what manner of education did my future self offer that poor boy?

Brady: Indeed, I discussed the matter a fortnight past with [Avatar]. Was I remiss in notifying you?
Maribelle: Brady?! The voice is yours, but the words...
Brady: I completed my reading of "Proper Diction: A Master's Guide" yesterday evening.
Maribelle: Yes, I heard from many people. ...Frankly, the entire camp is terrified.
Brady: I can only hope my more eloquent locution better conforms to your ideal son, Mother. Now, in further news of the day, I feel that we must allow for... *Gaaaaaasp*
Maribelle: Are you all right?! What is it?!
Brady: How do you breathe, Ma?! Talkin' like that damn near suffocated me! I seriously thought I might pass out.
Maribelle: .......
Brady: I mean, uh, speaking in that manner nearly caused me to be overcome? ...From lack of respiration?
Maribelle: Nice try, darling.
Brady: Aw, horse apples! Ain't no good, Ma. The words just don't fit in my mouth. I feel like I'm gonna chomp my own tongue off here.
Maribelle: Brady, I'm just so very pleased you even bothered to make the effort. But it's time I stopped foisting my ideals on other people. You can think and act responsibly without thinking and acting like me.
Brady: You're creepin' me out here, Ma. What's with the sudden about-face?
Maribelle: That's just it: YOUR sudden about-face creeped ME out.
Brady: Right?! ...Wait, hey! Did you just call me creepy?
Maribelle: Hmm, did I?
Brady: I only did all that speakin' junk 'cause ya kept tellin' me to.
Maribelle: I know, sweetheart. And I'm so very proud of my little honey bear.
Brady: Gah, okay, stop! You're welcome, so just stop!
Maribelle: Ah! Seems I've discovered another way to motivate you... Boo-Boo-Bear.
Brady: No more, Ma! I'm beggin' ya!

Maribelle: Brady? Is that you, darling?
Brady: ...M-Ma? No way!
Maribelle: No, young man. I am not YOUR mother, strictly speaking. I've come from another world to lend you my considerable assistance.
Brady: Another world? Um...right. ......

—Brady leaves—

Maribelle: Wh-what?! Where are you going? Stop running, young man!

—Brady reappears—

Brady: Ow! Let go of my ear! What do you care if I haul it out of here? You're probably s-some enemy ruse!
Maribelle: I most certainly am not! If I were some artifice of the enemy, then you would already be dead. I or someone else would have struck you down the moment you hesitated.
Brady: Well...yeah, but...
Maribelle: But nothing! Stand up straight! Did I raise you to run for the hills at the sight of your own mother's face?
Brady: You didn't raise me, period! Ugh, I give up. So what do you want, Ma?
Maribelle: At last, some respect! Naturally, I have come to make sure my son in this world carries himself with dignity.
Brady: ...... BAWWW! *sniff* *sob*
Maribelle: Brady, whatever has come over you? You usually cry after my lectures, not before them...
Brady: I just can't look at you a second... *sniff* longer... I never thought I'd see you again, Ma! *sob*
Maribelle: So that's it. It was not a ruse you feared. It was that I might see you shed tears.
Brady: Shaddap! I was only... Rrgh... Gods! All right! So WHAT if I didn't want to look stupid in front of ya?
Maribelle: My dear, sweet child. You have your silly moments, I'll admit. But stupid? Far from it. You helped your friends by keeping the Gemstones safe. I think it was dashing. And if people daresay otherwise, I shall have to reprimand them...with my boot!
Brady: ...Pfft! That's not exactly genteel, Ma.
Maribelle: Of course it's genteel. It just won't be GENTLE.