Norbert (feeling his ribs): “My stomach is hurting because of all dese bones.”
Papa: “Oh, are there bones in there?”
Norb: “Yes. And dere are bones in my arms and my legs and my feet.”
Papa: “What do they do?”
Norb: “Dey make me hurt.”
Peter: “You need bones so you don’t go all floppy!”
Papa: “It tastes like lemon and cream cheese.”
Norbert: “I like lemon and green cheese!”
Papa: “Is there something in your pants?”
Norbert: “Yes.”
Papa: “…what’s in your pants…?”
Norbert (in a very serious tone): “A spider is in my pants.”
Norb: “We were talkin’ ’bout bones.”
Papa: “What kind of bones? Dinosaur bones?”
Norb: “Chick bones…chick bones are da best bones.”
Norbert: “Der’s no toys, der’s no cooking, der’s no anyfing. Da pweist will arrest you!”
Norbert, trying to avoid sleep: “Papa, what’s that noise?”
Papa: “It’s the eyeball monster coming to eat your eyes…so you’d better close them so he can’t get them.”
Norbert: “…you’re very…mmmmphp chleeek.”
Papa: “Those aren’t words.”