WAFFLES: Hey Boss, it's monday morning and I want my quarter back. That Superbowl was a rip off. There weren't even any CATS in the commercials.
KATIE: Waffles, it's QUARTERBACK. Not quarter back.
WAFFLES: That's what I said. I want my quarter back. That's like a whole half of my allowance.
KATIE: Waffles, the quarterback is the guy that throws the football.
WAFFLES: How about a dime? Can I at least get a dime back? A nickel?
KATIE: Waffles, for the last time! The quarterback doesn't have anything to do with money.
WAFFLES: That's not what I heard. I heard he makes LOTS of money. He's probably got TONS of quarters, so I want mine back.
KATIE: That's not how it works.
WAFFLES: Well that's messed up.
KATIE: The quarterback throws the ball at the other players so they can score a touchdown.
WAFFLES: Touch down? You mean like THIS touch down?
KATIE: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! Flag on the play! Flag on the play! Personal foul!!
WAFFLES: Personal FOWL??? Does that mean I get my own personal chicken?