Ryker: I'm seven, I can retire. 

Garren: I bet I can sing jingle bells with armpit farts.

Garren: I didn't even need to use the smart part of my brain. 

(Doing math work)

Garren: In my opinion companions are pets. 

Mimi: We want to come to your wedding and Ryker's wedding too. 

Garren: Yah, it's only one year after mine.

Mimi: (chuckle) Weddings don't always work the same as birthdays. 

 

Garren: I love Springfield. The mornings are just so beautiful. 

(The sky is a continuous low gray cloud.)

Ryker: I've been through 100° without even being sweaty. That's really good for a little guy. 

Ryker: It doesn't look delicious. 

(When talking about the chili for dinner.)