Garren: Are you teacher-ing today?

(I was dressed nice rather than in workout clothes.)

Garren: Trust begins very small. 

Garth: I don't know about you but I'm tired of picking up little white socks all over the house. 

Me: (Watches him bend over to pick up socks in the family room)

Garth: Oh. These are mine. 

Ryker: Now it's getting wierd around here. 

Garren: What are pigs for?

Me: What do you mean?

Garren: Why are they in this world? What do they do for us?

Me: We eat them. Bacon, ham, Canadian bacon...

Garren: I LOVE pigs. (Licking his lips.)

Garren: I wish they made fish [flavored] popcorn. 

Ryker: Take me to your refrigerator. 

(Said in an alien-like voice.)