Francis: I thought you were faking, or it was more of a suggestion… like when you read the warning label on blow dryers…
Ethan: when I say I can’t eat dairy, it means don’t order EXTRA cheese on a cheese pizza…
Francis: ok so I’ll make it up to you with some ice cream…double chocolates…
Ethan: (sighs) just make it death by chocolate…
Francis: Oh look…they have that too. I’ll call it in…
Francis: So, how’s the Gym?
Ethan: It’s good. You know, it’s another weight to carry. (Laughs) I crack myself up.
Francis: Yeah, yeah, What’s for suppers?
Ethan: I was thinking we could try this steamed salad…and wait for the kicker, pomegranate juice…
Francis: Mmm Well that sounds healthy and nutritiously delicious.
Ethan: Francis! Put that down!
Francis: What? Do we not eat desserts first?
The cow lazily grazed through the grass…waiting to roll in the…
Ethan: Hey! Don’t roll in that! Do you want another bath? What is that anyway? Ugh…gross…
Simon: Dad, I’m not Simon, I’m a cow.
Ethan: Merry Christmas, Francis Cash!
Francis: Does Christmas come with snax?
Ethan: You know what, it absolutely does.
Francis: Merry Christmas snax!
Francis: Did you bring me a snack?
Ethan: Oh shoot, I forgot the snacks.
Francis: So no snacks?
Ethan: I thought you had the snacks…
Francis: I ate all the snacks. Those were last time snacks. This is this time. What about next time?
Ethan: There will definitely be next time snacks.
Ethan: We slept through winter!
Francis: what about chrissmases and cakes!!
Simon: is it spring? Let’s have a bbq.
Ethan: I’m going to have to bow out of that…
Simon: I think someone left some French fries out here…I smell you fry…
Francis: When is breffist?
Ethan: We JUST ate.
Francis: Then what do we do on Sunday’s?
Ethan: Write, and clean. Did you know you’re named after Fitzgerald?
Francis: I’m a poet.
Ethan: No you’re not.
Francis: A starving poet. Sitting on words. . .