Luigi: Now we'll never get back to Brooklyn. Mario: Take it easy, Luigi, things could be worse! Luigi: We're trapped in a dungeon, about to be executed! How could things get any worse? Mario: Well for one thing, the roof could fall until it flattens us like a pizza. [The ceiling stars lowering] Toad: Very uncool, dudes; the ceiling is lowering! Mario: Or the room could fill with water until we all drown like rats! [The room starts filling with water] Peach: We've gotta get out of here! Mario: Hey, I could think of another way things could be worse! Luigi: Mario, please! Don't say another word!