"Apple, I don't think I can make a plate for you, sadly."
"That's ok. I'll make my own, thank you very much."
"No, that's not the issue. You don't bleed."
"On Chopped, none of us do, but we still possess DNA."
"Sorry. The recipe says 'drop of blood', not 'mashed insides.'"
"But if it weren't for me, you two would still be adrift. I'm feeling the third wheel here."
"It's ok, Apple. We'll find something that even you can take part in."
"Thanks. OVEN'S READY!!!!"
"Oh boy, I can't wait. Step aside. Step aside."
"Ruby, I know you're excited, but manners."
"Sorry. Please?"
"I'll go save Kodkod's cake for later. Question, do desserts ever expire?"
"I honestly don't know."
"If it does, we can make a new one.
When do you think your parents will be home?"
"Like you, I honestly don't know. They could be home in the next hour, or the next several hours."
"That should give us twenty-nine minutes then."
"But that won't be enough for me to bake my cake."
"Darius, what could you possibly turn into that's not who you are right now? I feel you're perfectly normal as is."
"Thanks, but what if I want to be more than normal? What if I want to be special?"
"But you are special. You're special to me."