Marshall: Good little girl, always picking a fight with me. You know that I’m bad, but you’re spending the night with me. Why do you run from my world? You’re a good little girl.
Fionna: Bad little boy, that’s what you’re acting like. I really don’t buy that you’re that kind of guy. And if you are… why do you want to hang out with me?
Marshall Lee: -hisses and chuckles-
Marshall Lee: -speaks- Don’t you know I’m a villain? Every night I’m out killin’, sendin’ everyone runnin’ like children. I know why you’re mad at me. I’ve got demon eyes and they’re lookin’ right through your anatomy, into your deepest fears. Baby, I’m not from here. I’m from the Nightosphere. To me you’re clear, transparent. You’ve got a thing for me girl. It’s apparent.
Slime Princess, you’re alright! Flame Princess, you’re okay. Wildberry Princess could be better. All of the princesses are pretty alright, but… Oh, Bubblegum! You look like a lot of fun! I’m right outside! And that is how I know. Hey, princess, did you get my text? With a picture of my awesome gun-show! I’m also working on my pecs! If you like, I’ll send ya’a picture of that, too. Oh Bubblegum, I really need someone Or anyone, pretty much anyone… I’m so alone! (instrumental starts to break down) Won’t somebody tell me what’s wrong with me!? Anybody? Anybody? Anybody! (no longer singing) Anybody! Grod, in the sky, Please tell me why!