Jessie2011

Bertram:
I never thought of anyone coming back for seconds of *your* gruel!

Corporal Cookie:
[groans] I don't get it! What does your food have that mine doesn't?

Bertram:
Hmm, flavour, texture, fewer fingernails.

Jessie Prescott:
[coming to the kitchen, upset] I need 3 gallons of Neapolitan and a weapons grade spoon!

Bertram:
Sorry, tonight's dessert is mini fruit compote.

Jessie Prescott:
That'll do!

[Jessie takes one of the trays of compote and starts stuffing her face, and sits on one of the large food tins]

Jessie Prescott:
You're not gonna believe what's going on!

Bertram:
I'm not gonna care either, I'm busy!

Jessie Prescott:
I came here to smooth things over with my dad, but all he seems to care about is if I connect with *Darla*! When all I wanna do is connect her face to a hornet's nest.

Bertram:
[sees Corporal Cookie ladle the chicken with sauce] NO!

Jessie Prescott:
I'm not actually gonna do it! It wouldn't be fair to the hornets.

Bertram:
I meant, no, don't *drown* my chicken in sauce, *drizzle* it!

Corporal Cookie:
Oh, you mean like this?

[she flicks sauce on Bertram and it lands on Jessie's shoes]

Jessie Prescott:
Hey! You spilled that on my fake designer shoes! You owe me 20 bucks! Plus shipping. [she stuffs the rest of the compote in her mouth]

Corporal Cookie:
Does this one ever stop yakking about her problems?

Bertram:
No. Just wait til she starts in about her ex-boyfriends!

Corporal Cookie:
She's single? I'm *shocked*! [Bertram and Corporal Cookie laugh loudly to themselves]

Jessie Prescott:
[sarcastically] Thanks for the sympathy. [stuffs another compote in her mouth]

Bertram:
Hey, take it easy! I only made 3,000 of those! [tries to take the tray away from Jessie, but Jessie pulls it away]