Chick, singing to the puppy: Don't you wish your girlfriend was HOT like Ginger? Don't you wish your girlfriend was a FREAK like Ginger? Dontcha?
Jason: Um. Did you just say, "A freak like GINGER?"
Jason: You are aware that Ginger is a DOG, yes?
Chick: She can still get her freak on.
Jason, sighing patiently: Honey, she's been spayed.
Boy child: Mommommommomom!
Boy: I'm going to say math problems and you can tell me the answers okay?
Chick: Is this for homework?
Boy: No, just for fun.
Chick: Now that's cooking with gas!
Boy, patiently: Not cooking mom. MATH.
Chick: Okay, yeah. Go ahead.
Boy: What's 10x10?
Boy: What's 5x5?
Boy: What's 3x7?
Boy: Are all of those right mom?
Chick: As far as you know!
Chick: How many times have I said the f word today?
Co-worker, pondering: Um...four hundred and sixty-seven.
Chick, pondering: Yeah. That's about right.