Orange: (singing) Whoa! Don't you look fancy?
Lady Pasta: I am Lady Pasta.
Orange: Oh, I've heard of you!
Lady Pasta: Tell me something I don't know.
Orange: Why are you dressed like that?
Lady Pasta: Like what?
Orange: Like a crazy person?
Lady Pasta. I'm an artist. Why should I be labelled as just spaghetti when I come for so many other things.
Orange: I made macaroni art in camp once! Wanna see it?
Lady Pasta: Not really.
Orange: See? Its a picture of me. Thats means I'm an artist, too! (Laughing)
Lady Pasta: I dont think so. I take my art and music to the extreme. It exudes raw passion and thought. When I sing, it means something.
Lady Pasta: Fine. I'll show you what I mean.
Lady Pasta: (In the tune of Bad Romnace by Lady Gaga) Pa-pa-pa-pasta
I'm so delicious
I want linguine
Give me fusilli, penne or ziti
Ravioli, gnochi or tortellini
Angel hair al pesto
And top it off with some chicken parm
Just boil me and stir me once in a while as you heat up some sauce in a pan
Or don't add sauce A-Add butter instead You can eat me completely bland
You can eat me strand by strand
I won't tell if your sauce is canned
I'm so delicious
Orange: Uh..............You stutter a lot.
Lady Pasta: No, that's just the way I sing.
Orange: Is that because you've got pa-pa-pa-pa-pasta face? (laughter)
Lady Pasta: You're not funny.
Orange: C'mon! I'm just being phsilli! (laughter) Hey! Hey, Lady Pasta! I wrote a song, too! Wanna hear it!
Lady Pasta: No!
Orange: (In the tune of the Ra-Ra-Ra-Raaa part of Bad Romance) Orange Orange Orange Orange Orange Orange Orange
Lady Pasta: Stop!
Orange: (singing again)
Lady Pasta: Please stop!
Orange: (singing better)
Lady Pasta: Seriously, dude, stop!
Orange: (singing faster)
Lady Pasta: Somebody, please! Put me out of my misery!
Orange: (Singing Faster)
Lasty Pasta: No! It was a figure of spe-(screaming and then bubbling)
Orange: Whoa! Lady Pasta, you've got b-b-b-b-burnface! (laughter)