"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."
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"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."
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"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."
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"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!"