He uses that for, a creditor, creditors who like to eat him.

Alex: We're not gonna fight today, right Claire?
Claire: Right.  And I'm -- I'm gonna listen to what you say, and… you can listen to what I say.  And we'll do whatever we say, right?
Alex: Right.


(Alex and Claire are eating toast.)
Alex (pinching his tummy): Me want toast!  Me want ticky toast!
Claire: Me want butter toast!
Alex: No, remember?  Daddy used to play that joke?  With the tummy?
Claire (pinching her tummy): Me want toast!
Alex (pinching his tummy): "Me want ticky toast!", that's what he said.


(Alex and Claire have been fighting.)
Claire: Somebody get along with me, 'cause I'm mad.



(dinner)

(Daddy rolls his eyes.)
Alex: It’s not nice to roll your eyes, because that means “Whatever”.


Claire: There’s lots of stars in space, and there’s lots of stars in space, like buh-ginia.
Daddy: Oh yeah?
Daddy: How many states are in space?
Claire: One, two, three.
Daddy: And how many stars are in space?
Claire: A hundred.
Alex: No, a million!
Claire: No a thousand!
Alex: No, it’s a million. Right, Daddy?

(Alex made a porcupine at school, and Daddy is admiring its quills.)
Alex: Daddy, you know what he uses those for?
Daddy: What?
Alex: He uses that for, a creditor, creditors who like to eat him.
(Alex goes on for a while describing how the porcupine uses its quills.)
Alex: That’s how he protects himself.
Daddy: I see. From creditors.
Alex: Yep.

Claire: If you touch the pokeypine, pokeys all over it, if you touch it, “Ow!” it will hurt really bad.


(bath time)
Claire: Help, I'm stuck on a rock 'cause there's tape on the rock that sticks to little girl persons that sit on it.


(Daddy commends Alex for drying himself off without any help. Claire pays this no notice, but Alex, apparently, senses that she might feel inadequate.)
Alex: Claire, it’s still okay to be small. You don't have to worry about big. I'll teach you some stuff. That I learned at school. And I'll try to teach you.