[Bulma is suddenly bashful, laughing to herself and stirring her drink with her bendy straw. It's a childish image.]

Ooooh you know... this and that... that and this...

[She giggles and waves her hand in the air in front of her, as if dismissing her own thoughts.]

That doesn't matter, though! "All good things" or something like that! I want to see what the afterlife has to offer while I'm here. This place is like one never-ending party, don't you think?