Sour: (Grumbles) Oh I can't take it anymore! (To Rarity) Has it come to this? That someone from the other side has to help her out?

(Sunset is about to have an anxiety attack in the middle of the field)

Sunset: (To herself) Rarity's right... I can't do this.

(Sour puts her hand on her shoulder)

Sour: Hey. Don't listen to her. You're better than this. (Hands her the bow and arrow) Now follow my lead.

Rarity: Oh yeah Sunset, take advice from the opposite side! That ought to help! Haven't I done anything?

Sour: Do you want to hit the bullseye or not? Just trust me... I'm trying to help.