Kieran: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.
Carmine: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.
Fuegoleon: What??
Kieran: Change is inedible.
Carmine: Don't you mean inevitable?
Kieran: No, I did not. [sounds of coins being sput out was heard]
Nozel: What in Saints’ name?
Kieran: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.
Carmine: You're like 19 years old
Fuegoleon: That’s true.. but what’s the point?
Kieran: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!
Nozel: No?!
Fuegoleon: What kind of sibling banter is this?!
Carmine: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules.
Kieran: What?
Carmine: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?
Fuegoleon: I’m sure as hell not.
Kieran: I feel so burnt out.
Carmine: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon.
Kieran: Are you gonna... assassinate me?
Carmine: Well not if you’re expecting it.
Nozel: No one is assassinating no one!
[snickers were heard]
Carmine: I need some help with my homework, Kieran.
Kieran: What’s the assignment?
Carmine: I’m supposed to write a paper that presents both sides of an issue and then defends one of the arguments.
Kieran: What’s your issue?
Carmine: That’s the problem. I can’t think of anything to argue.
Kieran: That’s hard to believe.
Carmine: I’m always right and everybody else is always wrong! What’s to argue about?!
Fuegoleon: Carmi, calm down?
Nozel: What is going on?
Kieran: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
Carmine: Literally or figuratively?
Fuegoleon: Why would anyone have that?!
Kieran: I have to specify?
Nozel: What?
Carmine: So I have made the decision to trust you.
Kieran: A horrible decision, really.
Nozel: What in spirit’s name?
Kieran: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.
Carmine: No, go ahead. I want to hear it.
Kieran: It sucks.
Carmine: That's not constructive criticism.
Fuegoleon: I have to agree with your sister here, that’s not constructive criticism.
Nozel: Oh.
Nozel: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?
[Stunned noises]
Kieran: For the dogs.
Nozel: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs?
Kieran: They don't know how.
Fuegoleon: Nozel, not you too!
Nozel: You know, when I first met you, I really didn’t like you.
Carmine, after a moment: …I thought there was going to be another half to that sentence?
Nozel: Nope.
Kieran: Well, it rained today, but as a whole it's been warmer than it was last week.
Carmine: Why does it seem like every time you talk to us, you end up talking about the weather? Is your life so unimaginably dull that you can't think of any events in your life to describe that might be more interesting than the weather? Let's think of something for you to talk about other than the weather. I mean, we barely even know anything about you, other than where you live.
Carmine: Let's start there. What do you do for a living?
Kieran: I'm a meteorologist.
Fuegoleon: I’m sure as hell that’s not your occupation!
