Phillip: Wow. You're surrounded by a lot of positive support.
Phillip: I love you, you know.
Grace: I know. Everyone always tells me I'm pretty. They all say "She's so pretty". I hate it.
Phillip: You're conceited.
Phillip: I gotta tell you, when you get older, people aren't gonna support you so much.
Grace: Why not?
Phillip: My cousin was a cute kid, then when he hit puberty his face exploded. Now he looks around and wonders where all the people who said he was cute went to.
Phillip: How old are you?
Grace: I'm six.
Phillip: I'm six and a half.
Grace: I'm six and three quarters.
Phillip: I'm six and four fifths.
Grace: I'm six and infinity.
Phillip: I'm six and infinity... plus one.
Phillip: How come you don't wear a harness?
Grace: My mom doesn't believe in them. She thinks they're cruel.
Phillip: My mom thinks it's very necessary. I'm hypoglycemic and hyperactive. I'm a hyper-hypo.