Ryker: Mom, Rosco won't chase or tackle us anymore! (Something I don't like him doing.) I told him sheep are white and humans aren't. 

Garren: Ooh, can we go to Klamath Falls?

Garth: What do you want to go there for?

Garren: Leeches!

Ryker: We should get Rosco some sheep to herd. 

Mom: Where would we put them?

Ryker: Next to the chickens. 

Garren: Call me "Sky Guy" (he was up in a tree)

Garren: Baby teeth are for chompin' and the grown up teeth are for rippin'.