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"So you're tired of hot dogs, and are more in the mood for a little red snapper, eh? Precocious little bugger, aren't you?"

"Hey, Grampa, which Thermos had the coffee, and which one had your stool sample again? Really?? Well, 'taint bad!"

"Hey, Junior, drop that baseball bat, and run tell Mrs Bobbitt that we found her husbands, uh, wiener!"

"Ha Ha, twiddle the knobs, 'Come In Rangoon', I get it. I'm still not going to your treehouse to see your etchings, Ball-Park breath!"

"Needs more cowbell."

"He's so cute", thought Mrs. Moore,"But that's the fifteenth hot dog Michael's had today. I hope he's not developing some kind of eating disorder. And why doesn't he listen to something other than Public Radio?"