to AB:
“Yer such a smart lil’ filly,” Granny said with a crinkly smile. “An’ yer on yer way to becomin’ such a beautiful mare. Ah don’t know bout them modern estrusy aid thingamagums, but ehrm, you know t’take care of yourself. Just treat him right, okay mah lil’ Apple Bloom?”

to AJ:
“Ah just want you to know, Granny, that ah’m pregnant right now, with a foal!”

Granny’s face fell. “YER WHAT?!” she exploded shooting to her hooves.

“T-there ain’t nothin w–w-r-”

“Are you insane you fool filly! We’re gonna lose the farm on account of you! How could you get pregnant you gosh darn tail flipping fool?!”

“S-s-too-o-op sh-a-a-ak-in-n- me gra-a-a-an-ny!”

...


“Why Granny?” Applejack said tearfully. “Why caint ah have mahself a beautiful foal, an’ Apple Bloom <i>can?</i>”

“Because <i>you</i> buck all the apples!” Granny exclaimed, throwing her hooves up in exasperation. She stood there staring at a tense Applejack and then turned flipping her tailbob like she wanted to smack Applejack’s nose with the tip of her tail. “Honestly, mares these days,” Granny grumbled, rickety wobbling over back to her rocking chair. “Thinkin’ that little filly’s gonna buck all our apples up grmrmnmn”