Briar: Is that a hickey?
Lyra: No!! I got...bitten by a snake.
Alistair: That's a pretty big bite for a snake.
Lyra: It was a big snake. Mama snake.
Thatcher: *Walks in*
Briar: Hello mama snake.
Briar: What are you doing?
Alistair: I'm drawing a map.
Briar: But.....that looks like my eyes?
Alistair: I often get lost in them.
Briar: *Blushes*
Rook and Thatcher: *Laughing*
Alistair: *Gives them the middle finger*
Alistair: Thatcher and I don't have pet names for each other.
Briar: Uh huh.....
Briar: What do bees make?
Alistair: Honey?
Thatcher, from the other room: Yes, darling?
Briar: Don't lie to my face again.
Alistair: *Pushes a pull door*
Thatcher: It's pull.
Alistair, sarcastically: Thanks Thatch, my next plan was to lift it from the bottom.
Thatcher: There's only one thing darker than my soul.
Alistair: What's that?
Thatcher: Your eyebags.
Alistair:
Alistair: Why are you smiling?
Briar: What? Can't I just be happy?
Lyra: Thatcher tripped and fell in the parking lot.