Ryker: Soap and water makes things fall off. Like paint... and artwork...

Ryker: You don't even have a job and dad does. You're just doing guinea pig work and cooking...

Ryker: I just want to stay here and talk to the people that talk like me.

Dannika: In the United States?

Garren: Should I call dad's beard when it grows up, Whiskers?

Ryker: I like that eating machine. (referring to the paper shredder)

Ryker: Garren, I'm not getting any older here. (Stuck sitting at the top end of the teeter totter.)

Ryker: I'm not dressed. Don't talk to me.