Ryker: Mom, after college I’m going to come back and give you love.

Ryker: Where are we going? What store are we going to?

Garth: None of your business.

Ryker: Everything's my business except stuff between grown ups.

Ryker: Can I put my feet up here? Points to the dashboard.

Me: No.

Ryker: Awe. Hans Solo does it.

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!