Mama, do you like arrays? (Would I like a raise?) No, ARRAYS.
I wonder if there is such a thing as a Pronouncing Bee.
Mama, when you grow up and you're a scientist, what kind of scientist do you want to be?
Have you heard of the kind of poker where every time you lose, you take a piece of clothing off? Kristen told me about it.
You're a Myosaurus dinosaur. Do you know what that means? That you're a good mom. A very good mom.
What is your favorite paleontologist tool, Mama?
Suzuki: Can I have a kiss?
Julian: Only if you promise to sneeze with your eyes open next time.
Is there reception on the moon?
Julian (watching Suzuki apply eyeliner): You look weird.
Suzuki: That hurts my feelings.
Julian: I mean, why don't you just look like yourself?
I'm going upstairs to listen to music. I haven't gotten my daily dose of funk in a long time.
If you could change one thing about me, what would it be?
If you were President, and you could change one thing about the U.S., what would it be?
Preserve! Preserve! Preserve The Mama! In Amber! Make Sure, Make Sure She Doesn't Die. Preserve the Mama!
(Pointing to the weave on the rattan): See, I'm like Grandpa. It skipped over a generation.
I like to talk to "X" best. "Y" doesn't have enough concepts.
(To the tune of Woody Guthrie's Little Sack of Sugar): "Little hunk of sugar, I could eat you up." Mama, from now on, your name is Hunk O' Sugar.
Mama, do you promise not to do anything interesting while I brush my teeth?