“What secrets do you have?”
“Well… I can’t tell you because then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.”
“Who wants to join the gang and can’t?”
“My brother. Felix.”
“Felix is my best friend.”
“I have an encyclopedia.”
“Abridged or volume of a set?”
“I have a backpack…”
“Darryl, do you have any friends? I mean Sangvard!”
“Well.”
“Besides them! I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. I guess I should have asked who else you’re friends with…”
“So where do you guys bike to?”
“…You started this.”
“Remember when he fell out of the window?”
“I jumped out of the window to make a point.”
“Was the point ‘oops’?”
“For the record, I don’t have a bike. I have everyone’s childhood nightmare. It’s a beautiful little pony whose soul has been impregnated by Satan. It doesn’t like ANYONE.”
“I’m sure that’ll come in handy later.”
“It knows all the tricks to dump whoever’s riding it in the dirt. But I’ve had it since I was three, so even though it’s old enough to drink legally, I know how to stay on.”
“So was anybody foraging for mushrooms this week?”
“Foraging?”
“Wait, you know how to find mushrooms?”
“Wait, when did she become a sorceress?”
“The minute she fled.”
“Look, if she was a witch, she would have confronted us.”
“I was right – those birds were metal!”
“But she’s not a witch. Or a sorceress.”
“He said witch first.”
“Look, I’m pretty sure this is a classic story of a scientist falling in love with a crazy lady and getting on a train with her. Sorry – that’s your aunt, right?”
“No, she’s crazy.”
“Ok, we need like 10 pounds of ground beef.”
“Where’s Lars?”
“I know people who have boats down by the water. I don’t know anyone that has ground beef down by the water.”
“There are actually a small number of birds who come down and investigate the boat, because to them it doesn’t make sense.”
“It doesn’t make sense to us either.”