V looking at breaded frozen shrimp at Costco: Can we please buy those chickens with the long nails?

A when I asked her to note how nicely another little girl was behaving on the train: Who are you talking to?

L convinced V to work on letters (her thing not mine) by telling him that he would need to know how to write to tell Santa what he wanted. The next day he told her: I spoke to my mom (false) and she said I do not need to know how to write; she will do it for me.