Ralph: Stop singing! Well, it's no wonder you don't have any friends.
Vanellope: Wow! Only a true friend would be that truly honest.
Ralph: Listen, little vanellope. Take a look at me, what am I?
Vanellope: Uh... [looks Ralph up and down] really tall?
Ralph: No, I'm an wreck-it! You know, "Grab your torch and pitchforks!" Doesn't that bother you?
Vanellope: [shakes his head happily] Nope.
Ralph: [surprised] Really?
Vanellope: Really really.
Vanellope: [eyes the KEEP OUT signs surrounding Ralph's home] I guess you don't, uh, entertain much, do you?
Ralph: I like my privacy.
Vanellope: Y'know, I do too! That's another thing we have in common. Like I hate it when you've got someone in your face, you try to give 'em a hint, they won't leave, and then there's that big awkward silence, you know...
Vanellope: ...Can I stay with you?
Vanellope: Can I stay with you... please?
Ralph: Of course!
Vanellope: Please! I don't wanna go back there! You don't know what it's like to be considered a freak! [slight pause; Ralph gives Vanellope a look] Well, maybe you do, but that's why we gotta stick together. You gotta lemme stay!
Vanellope: This is gonna be fun. We can stay up late, swappin' manly stories, and in the mornin', I'm makin' waffles!