Garren: Something smells like poop around here. 

Ryker: I do because I just goed poop [in the bathroom].

Ryker: I want to mop! Is it like playing a game?

Garren: I may not be dumb, but I am smart.

Garth: Can I make you some eggs?

Garren: No, I like my own diet I'm on. Dinosaur oatmeal or Cheerios. 

Garren: Why does Monday even have to exist? I wish it was just a weekend. 

Ryker: I'm actually full of thirstness. 

(After drinking his glass of milk and insisting he needed two.)