"....Welllll not exactly...." She said it with a long face.

"What!?" Her ears are plugged in to block out her bad language that she can't handle. "Sorry but I can't hear you!"

"What's rizz?"

She unplug her ears. "Because you're saying bad words. I don't like them." Cue the puppy dog eyes.

"Hmmmm...HMMMMMMM!!!....Ah! I think I might know!"

"Well mine aren't. You just haven't met Chris and Todd. They are meanies! I don't even want to look at them!"

" . . . You've . . . fallen . . . in . . . my . . . TRAP!"

*GASP* "Well...I guess we are stuck like this for a while..."

"....May you please say it my cute blue kitty!"

"I will give you muffins!"

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeee!!!!!"

"Aw...well at least I have you on my side! You have an instrument?" He pull out her violin. "I play the fiddle!"

"I'm gonna build a snow fort on December!"

"Say it before I spray it."

"....Joe Mama~ BOOM!"

"Awe don't be mad. I can give you a muffin still."

"Come on! Just one for ol' times sake! The birdies love it!"

"Shhhhhhh...the squirrels are sleeping."