Greyson: Ahhhhhhhh! Look how big I can open my mouth Quill. I can prolly fit this whole grass flat in my jaws.
Quill: Greyson, get serious. Friday's gonna be here any minute and isn't gonna wanna eat grass you pre-licked.
Greyson: Oh is that Friday now?
Quill: No. You know it's just Dad.
Greyson: Heh, heh.