Mrs. Luxury:  Why did n't you think to get each of them a pony ? Then they 'd have nothing to quarrel over !
Mr. Luxury: Why did n't you ? Well , do n't stand there gaping ! Go and get another pony !
Footman: Yes , sir .
Tyltyl: All right , you can have this old pony ! They 'll get me a better one !
Mytyl: Oh , no ! You keep this one , and I 'll take the better _ one _ !
Tyltyl: I 'll get there first !
Mytyl: Oh no , you wo n't !
Mrs. Luxury: There just seems to be no satisfying them .
Mr. Luxury: If you ask me , they 're spoiled .