Hank: Alan, George, Lucy. Barn. Now.
Alan: Hurry up, you guys. Hanks says it's time to go home for lunch.
George: Since when do we listen to a thing he says?
Alan: Be nice. If we boost his ego,
maybe he'll be so full of himself he won't eat all our hay.
Lucy: Shortstuff is smarter than he looks.
Hank: I'm waiting.
Hank: You think I can't see you back there conspiring.
Lucy: George, now is not the time to roll!
Hank: I'm still waiting.
Lucy: We'll be right there, Hank!
George: La-la-la-la-la.
Hank: Excuse me, mom, but you're in my way.
Me: You've got that backwards, Hank. I was here first.
Your bullying tactics don't work with me.
Hank: Yes, ma'am.
Lucy: Uh-oh. George and Alan cut to the front of the line. This is gonna get ugly.
Hank: Over. Now.
Hank: Nobody cuts in front of me.
Me: *clears throat*
Hank: Well, except for mom, but only because she feeds me.
Hank: I'm in charge here and you would do well to remember that.
Hank: Eat my dust.
