“Momma what do you mean I’m too big to be your baby? What do you mean I don’t get all your food? What do you mean I can’t sleep under you? I’m still ur baby! And I still want that very green grass!”
"You listen here, B52, I am not the mean one, you started it, by saying, "Here comes big nose..." Let me tell you, you may have started it but I will finish it!"