Sam & Cat

State regulator:
Look, are you two babysitters or not?

Sam:
Listen, buddy, unless you got a warrant, you can't just come in here and b—babysitters?

State regulator:
Yeah. Remember the flier? It said you two babysit.

Cat:
We do.

State regulator:
Good. [to Mitch] Mitch, get in here! [to Sam and Cat] This is my boy, Mitch. And I thought that maybe you two could babysit him for a few hours.

Sam:
Oh, so you came here just 'cause you want us to babysit your kid?

State regulator:
Yeah. And he's not much trouble. He just likes—what d'you like?

Mitch:
Television, football, cheese.

State regulator:
That sort of stuff.

Mitch:
Why can't I just stay with you?

State regulator:
Well, because Daddy has to go find some bad people and put them in jail.

Cat:
What bad people?

State regulator:
Somebody has been making illegal Blue Dog Soda and selling it.

Sam:
No, those "jerks."

Cat:
Yeah, "jerks."

State regulator:
We don't know who it is, yet, but some genius copied the formula.

Cat (to Sam):
Genius.

State regulator:
We're gonna find 'em, we're gonna bust 'em, and we're gonna shut 'em down.

Sam:
Okay.

Cat:
You do that.

Mitch:
How come?

State regulator:
'Cause sugar is bad.

Sam:
Okay, so, you, uh, gonna shut down the people who make grape juice? 'Cause grape juice has a lot more sugar in it than soda has.

State regulator:
Uh, n-no it doesn't.

Sam:
Yeah, it does.

Cat:
Grape juice has lots more sugar than soda.

Sam:
So, you gonna ban grape juice?

State regulator:
L-look, I am not interested in facts! So, anyway, I'll be back to pick up the kid later.

Mitch:
I love you, Daddy.

State regulator:
Don't embarrass me.