"Yep, I tore this toothpaste box into a thousand little pieces."
"Does this face look like it's sorry?
Do you know why this face doesn't look like it's sorry?
Because it's not."
"I also tore a little piece of your rug. I own this room!"
"I would like a sandwich. The sandwich must be lightly toasted
on crunchy flat bread. There must be seven dill pickles evenly
scattered on the bread. If the pickles are not evenly scattered,
we are going to have a problem. Also, I need some baby wipes.
I have a mysterious black mark on my back, and I need
it removed. I think Bruce may have tried to color my fur
last night. I can't prove it, but I can prove it."
"Where's my sandwich?"