Mama, you're the motor in my fan. You're the filament in my lightbulb. You're the paint in my picture. You're the key to my mind.
Can really hot water make a fire? If you pour it on wood?
Suzuki (after having employed the old "I've got your nose" trick): Hey, I've got your nose!
Julian: You don't have my nose. I have my own private nose and each time I get a new, improved model when you take it.
Juju (playing with legos): We're just waiting for a concept to come up...I know! This is a short-route, one-person dizzer!
I do not like what is going on with this world. Some things I like, but a lot I do not. (With a disgusted tone): In my school, almost every class has a projector!
I don't like shrimps to eat, but I like shrimps the animals. They're really cute.
Can we get a spring box for my mattress and put it next to your bed so we can all sleep together? I want to be with you as much as possible. Being together is what life's about.
Janusz: Julian, I thought you said you were dying of hunger and now you're not eating and playing with that puppet and rubber band.
Julian: I guess I was dying for something to be interesting.
Julian: I like to quietly practice other people's voices.
Suzuki: Maybe you'd like to be an actor.
Julian: No, I want to be a dancer.
Thank you for getting me a napkin, Baba. You're the best...You're welcome for saying you're the best.
A leaf was jumping down the street. It was so funny!
(On a fire road hike) Tracks are an offering to God from trucks.
I don't think I'd be a good harmonica player because after I play for some time, my breath feels weird.
Mama, I'm going to ask you something and I want you to guess in a special way--guess more slowly, so you don't just say, "I give up."
Suzuki: A speech therapist is going to come to your class.
Julian: But I don't want to lose my accent.