| "What do you want for lunch, Danny?" |
| "Chick'nuggets." |
| "Pardon?" |
| "Chick'nuggets please, Jack." |
| "That's better." |
| "Chick'nuggets and chips…please." |
| "I'll see what I can do. You wanna go play for a bit, I'll give you a shout when they're ready." |
| "'Kay, Jack." |
| ~#~ |
| "Don't like peas, Jack. Don't want peas." |
| "How do you know you don't like them. You haven't even tried them, Danny. Peas are good for you." |
| "Don't like carrots. Not gonna eat carrots, Jack." |
| "Carrots help you see in the dark, Danny. At least try and eat some of them." |
| "What them, Jack? Them not chick'nuggets!" |
| "No, they're chicken planes, Danny. Especially for you." |
| "Yum, yum. Jet planes! Neeeaaaw!" |
| "Yeah, Neeeaaaw to you too!" |
| "Jack. What them? Them not chips." |
| "No, Danny they're not. They're potato faces." |
| "Oh…" |
| "Little smiley faces to go with your jet planes!" |
| "'Kay, Jack." |
| "Eat up then, Danny. You need anything else?" |
| "Sauce, Jack." |
| "Pardon?" |
| "Sauce please, Jack." |
| "Better. Ketchup or brown sauce?" |
| "Red…no brown…no red…no br…" |
| "Whoa there, Danny. Maybe a little bit of both?" |
| "Can I mix 'em up?" |
| "No, Danny. I don't think that'd taste very nice." |
| "'Kay, Jack." |
| ~#~ |
| "Jaaack!" |
| "What, Danny? Do you need something else?" |
| "Look, Jack. I've got a bleedin' face!" |
| "Whaaat? You OK?" |
| "Yeah, Jack. Course! But look, I've got a bleedin' face." |
| "You've lost me, Danny. How've you hurt yourself sitting at the table?" |
| "'m not hurt, Jack. I've got a bleedin' face. Look, Jack, look." |
| "Phew, you had me worried there, Dannyboy." |
| "Look, Jack. I push him down in the sauce and his eyes bleed." |
| "Well, that's…just…lovely, I'm sure. You gonna eat him up now?" |
| "'Kay, Jack." |
| ~#~ |
| "Jaaack!" |
| "What now, Danny." |
| "Don't like sauce, Jack." |
| "What d'ya mean you don't like it? You were dunkin' faces in it a minute ago." |
| "Don't like it any more. Sauce is yucky." |
| "You mixed the two together, didn't you?" |
| "Yeah." |
| "Did I tell you that'd taste bad?" |
| "Yeah." |
| "Before you did it?" |
| "Yeah." |
| "So why'd you mix 'em?" |
| "Wanted to try it. Looks like raspberry ripple chocolate ice-cream, Jack!" |
| "Sure thing, Danny. You gonna eat any more?" |
| "Nah, Jack. I've finished. Can I go now?" |
| "Sure you can, Sport. You go and play and I'll get rid of the creation on your plate!" |
