CORA: We can’t eat fire?

MOM: What?

CORA: We can’t eat fire right? It’d be hot.

MOM: Cora, you have to get dressed now.

CORA: Why?

MOM: Cuz you have to wear clothes.

CORA: Why?

MOM: Cuz you have to. You can’t be naked.

CORA: I don’t like clothes.

MOM: Well put some on now, you can be a nudist when you’re older.

CORA: Okay, thank you, that’d be fun!

MOM: Come here, Lily

LILY: *ignores mom*

MOM: Ugh, you turd!

CORA, from the bottom of the hill: WHAT?!

MOM: I was talking to Lily!

CORA: No, you said turd and I’m turd.

A eagle and her baby are on screen…

CORA: BIG CHICKEN!!!!!

To get Cora to eat…

MOM: I’ll beat you. I bet I eat all of my potatoes first.

CORA: *looks at mom and waves arm dramatically* Then just go ahead.

MOM: *takes a bite*

CORA: Go ahead! You can win.

CORA: *looks at mommy* What you doing?

MOMMY: What do you think I’m doing?

CORA: Eating. Ask me.

MOMMY: What are you doing?

CORA: Eating. Hey daddy, what you doing?

DADDY: Eating. What are you doing?

CORA: You bad daddy.

DADDY: What did I do?

CORA: You hit me.

DADDY: Oh I did? Where’d I hit you?

CORA: In the face. You bad daddy, you don’t eat anymore.

RORY: I know what I’m going to wear on tacky mismatch clothes day.

MOM: What? *expects elaborate plan of crazy clothes*

RORY: One pink sock and one purple one.

CORA: I like it when daddy pick me up yesterday.

MOM: Oh yeah? Was it more fun than me?

CORA: We touched a bird.

MOM: You touched a bird with daddy yesterday?

CORA: No we hit it with our car! Back there in our car.

MOM: We didn’t hit a bird.

CORA: Yes we did. It’s dead now…It’s dead.

CORA: *exasperated whiny voice* I not little, I don’t know why the bus don’t get me. I big, so now I ride the bus.

CORA: It’s Wednesday, so… *shrugs*

CORA: There’s my daddy! I know he’s my daddy.