Blake: Ow. Don't kick my foot.
Chris: I didn't.
Blake: Then why does my foot hurt?
Chris: Pain is in your mind.
Blake: And in my foot.
Dylan (in mock anger): You shut your face
Blake (coolly): You shut your toes.
Dylan: Touché my friend.
Chris: Blake, you know the Flash isn’t real, right?
Blake: Tom Hanks isn’t real
Blake: Forrest Gump is real. It’s Tom Hanks who isn’t real.
Dylan: My whole life has been a lie.
Blake: Mom has pizza sauce, pepperoni, and mozzarella in the cart. Do you know what that means?
Dylan: It’s taco night?
Me: Actually, it is.
Blake: Does anybody want to watch Lewis and Clark?
Dylan: Don’t you mean Lois and Clark?
Chris: If it was Lewis and Clark, it would be awkward.
Dylan: Weren’t Lewis and Clark the explorers? Maybe it’s a movie about friendship.
Blake: Well, we could watch Lion King 2, Sinbad’s Pride.
Dylan: Don’t you mean Simba’s Pride?
Blake: I’m not allowed to beat you up in front of mom.
Me: In front of mom, huh?
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.