This may be the last one for a while.
Mommy: "I think I'm getting too old to have all these kids."
Carolyn: "Don't worry, we'll be leaving soon."
Derek: "You must be exceedingly rich to be able to sponsor a graveyard for butterflies."
Ethan: "What can horses do? They could make you lose your lives, even!"
Trevor (helping poke the bread dough): "One, two, three, two, eleven!"
Jason: "That seems too slow to sing Hallelujah... It's like a dirge."
Carolyn: "I want progress, not downfall."
Carolyn: "I kind of hate to say it, Melinda, but when you snore... you sound kind of like a pig."
Melinda: "Well, you sound like a motor!"
Carolyn (watching the sunset with Melinda and me): "All I can hear are the crickets... and the wind blowing in the leaves and plants, and Melinda's bike squeaking."
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