[Having the Lord of Butts on her roster isn't going to save Heather from the exaggerated look of disgust Vanellope sends her way.]

Yuck, remind me to never go to New England. [There's a short pause, in which she apparently thinks of something.] Unless Swedish Fish count.

[Back to business matters, though.]

You've got a crazed pizza-maker on your hands and you're busy worrying about scurvy? Who's ever even heard of scurvy?!