Oh yeah. You crashed, and you took a chunk of the trees with you. That's why I'm going to be the racer.

[Probably not the best time to bring up the fact that she can't actually drive. Ralph's head might explode.]

Medals are more your thing--seriously, you practically drool when they're mentioned. I mean, more than usual. [Vanellope perks up a little, taking a look around the lobby. Oh, she's ran through here a few times.] What kinda game is this, anyway?