Palutena: Viridi's army is called the Forces of Nature. Most of her troops are made from natural materials, like wood, dirt, and rocks. 
Pit: Eco-conscious down to her troops! Everyone's going green these days. 
Viridi: I'm not going green, I've always been green! I use cloth shopping bags. I compost my food scraps. And I separate my recyclables into fifteen types! 
~~~Cragalanche: ... 
Pit: Guy doesn't talk much, does he? 
Viridi: He's a rock. Last I checked, they're more the strong, silent type. Tell you what—I'll do the talking for him. 
Viridi: Cragalanche crush!
~~~Pit: What's a purview? And why do you talk like that? 
Pit: Bad guys are supposed to be more like "Graaahhh!" and "I'm gonna KEEL you!" 
Arlon: The young master is skilled in impressions, I see. Would you care to perform more? 
Pit: Uh, that's all I've got.
~~~~Arlon: Let me introduce you to the Flages, the covert-ops specialists for Viridi's army. Do they strike your fancy? 
Pit: Uh, NO. 
Arlon: Personally I'm quite fond of them. 
Pit: Right, because I care so much. 
Arlon: Your concern is noted. 
Pit: I WAS BEING SARCASTIC! I don't care at all!
~~~Pit: Pittoo! 
Dark Pit: Seriously, that is the last time I want to hear "Pittoo"! 
Palutena: Arlon, did you call Pittoo here? 
Arlon: I most certainly did. 
Palutena: He's not usually one to follow orders. How did you persuade him? 
Arlon: It was quite simple, actually. Just the mention of young master Pit's presence... 
Arlon: ...was enough to send his twin running here. 
Palutena: Pittoo just isn't happy unless he's fighting someone. 
Dark Pit: You say that like it's a bad thing! 
Pit: You stay out of this!
~~~Pit: I really don't think I should be touching these walls. 
Palutena: Good instincts. 
Viridi: Bok bok bok! What are you? Chicken? 
~~~Viridi: Dang it, Hades! Get your filthy troops out of MY bomb depot! 
Hades: You're awfully cute when you're flustered, rosebud. 
~I am Viridi!