[World-weary sigh. Mettaton finally releases her hands, swooning back into the couch's cousins. Oh, Olivia... How naive.]

You should know why better than anyone, sweetheart. Why are you wasting your time dancing when you could be fighting?! I don't want to hear you singing, we need someone to stand guard!! You spend all this time and effort in making obnoxious little shows when you could be out there doing something IMPORTANT!!

[He closes his eyes and clasps his hands against his chest.]

No one appreciates an artist. It's so much harder being us than people really know.