JAMES: Mom, look. On my collage, the fox is flirting with Madaam Mim.
JONATHAN: What is flirting?
JAMES: I don't know, but I think it means, ummmm... love or somethin'. Yeah. It means love or somethin'.
JONATHAN: What I don't understand is... how come when something gets giant, its voice gets lower?
MOM: It has to do with the decibels that carry, right, Baby?
JONATHAN: Okaaayyy... this is all sciencey, and I don't want to hear about it.
JAMES: There were two continents before The Flood.
MOM: I think just one.
JAMES [shaking head dramatically, eyes wide]: Pangaea... and Atlantis.
JAMES: And they were all just lyin' around Willie Nelson.
JONATHAN: You mean 'willy nilly.'
JAMES: Hey, Mom. What's your favorite song?
MOM: It's a song Dad wrote for me.
JAMES: Oh. Ya mean that one song about all your dead roses that ya keep around?
JAMES: Every time I write the word "hundred" I think of Shan Yu.
JONATHAN: Pluto is the size of Brazil. If ya take three Plutos, ya get Russia. No, wait. Two and a half Plutos make Russia. If ya take fifteen Plutos, ya get Earth. If ya take 2 million Plutos, ya get the sun.
MOM: Where did you learn all these things about Pluto?
JONATHAN: They're just estimates.
MOM: Where did you learn all these estimates?
JONATHAN: Oh, I made them up myself.
JONATHAN: Man. Someone needs to wash these windows.
MOM: Okay. Go for it.
JONATHAN: [Long pause] These windows don't need to be washed! The dirt adds character!