- Marcus: My Mom's got plans tomorrow night, so I'm home with a babysitter.
- Shea Garcia-Miller: Babysitters are for babies. Just tell your Mom you're staying home alone, and then invite me over.
- Marcus: Wait - you mean lie? To my *mother*?
- Shea Garcia-Miller: Well, if she's gonna treat you like a baby, then what choice do you have? You're twelve years old. Text me when you grow a pair, OK?
- [she turns to leave]
- Marcus: Wait, Shea, what kind of pear are we talking about? Like, are we goin' Bartlett? or Bosc? 'cause my Mom and I have been talking about growing some fruit trees...
- [by now, Shea is far down the hall on her way out]