Ryker: I'm growing up more. I want to be like you and carry my phone everywhere. (He has a non-connected phone that works like an iPod touch. Really he just wants access to games at all times.)

Garren: Thanks for the help. 

Ryker: How did I help?

Garren: You're like a stress ball when I squeeze you. 

Ryker: And I don't like that. 

Garren: I think I look pretty fresh. (After he got his back-to-school haircut at Bishops Barber Shop.)

Garren: My eyebrows can move. And I'm in charge of them!

Garren: I feel like a baked potato. (Driving around in a hot car during the summer.)

Ryker (whips his Legoland license out of his wallet): I got my drivers license. I only crashed once and after that I was good. 

Me: Did insurance cover that?

Ryker: Ya. 

Garren: Benny if you want to be a gentledog then you shouldn't be stepping on ladies faces. (Walking across Cinder in the car.)