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.