‘Mum - Do you think my stomach operates on an alternate universe?’
‘I’m hot! - both mentally and physically!’
‘Now,’ (having just eaten his veges and starting on his chop) ‘for the delux part of the meal!’
‘I can’t wink, I can only blink with one eye’
‘Mum, when you explain stuff, you don’t start with 1 plus 1 equals 2, you start with 24 times 1.7.8’
LB: ‘I don't think its all that bad, - Jail.’
BB: ‘But there’s nothing to do!’
LB: ‘You get a perfect toilet. And, a double bed. Well, I mean bunks. They’re like, chained to the wall, it’s so cool.
BB: ‘But, what would you do?”
LB: ‘There’s other people in there! I’d ask them maths questions. And we’d play Paper- Scissors-Rock.’
BB:’What if you’re the only person?’
LB: ‘I’ll ask the wall maths questions. Or, I’ll carve’
BB: ’But you won’t have a knife!’
LB: ‘- Then, I’ll carve with my face!’
BB: ‘You’ll rub your nose off!’
LB: ‘And you get three square meals a day. In prison.’
LB : 'Mum, can I watch TV?'
Mum :‘You can watch TV…..NOT!’
LB: 'But that means I can watch TV, because what you said doesn’t qualify as a sentence’.
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