ROMANA: Oh, Wynter, what am I going to do with you?

WYNTER: Call me Soggy-Boggy like everyone else.

ROMANA: I beg your pardon?

WYNTER: Uh- nothing. Uh- Madam. Uh- Madam President. It was just a name they, um, called me. At the Academy. They thought I was wet.

ROMANA: Yes, I’m sure. Well, we all got unpleasant nicknames at the Academy. I got used to mine. Why didn’t you get used to Soggy-Boggy?