Fine wines

M: I feel old. Not old old. Just not exactly young.

Jazzy: You know I heard someone on TV say something about...aging like a fine wine.

M: Hmm...

Jazzy: Yeh. You just stick it in a cabinet until it turns up on Cash in the Attic.

Boyfriend meets unicorn

M: Ok- you wanted to meet my boyfriend. So he's coming over for dinner in a bit.

Jazzy: Finally.

M: Be nice.

Jazzy: O-k. Did you tell him to be nice too?

M: He is. And that's him- Eric!

Jazzy: You don't look like an Eric.

Eric: Cheers. You look um...very sparkly.

Jazzy: Want to play a game, Eric?

Eric: Sure.

M: …..

Eric: Ah, you're getting the light in my eyes!

Jazzy: You're meant to chase it. He's not very quick, is he?

M: Jazzy, Put. The torch. Down. 

Jazzy: This is why cats are a better option.

Pokemon: the final stage

Professor Oak: Ash, I'm concerned.

Ash Ketchum: Don't be professor, it's just my battle wrist acting up.

Professor Oak: Of course. I was actually referring to your lifestyle.

Ash: I got a bit caught up in the quest, huh?

Professor: Well, violently so, yes...

Ash: But I did it, Professor. I caught them all. I am THE Pokemon master.

Professor: Ah, that. Ash, you were very young when we first talked about quests. I regret that now-

Ash: It's ok. The pressure and the extreme independence got me here-

Professor: No, not that. You were very literal.

Ash: …

Professor: Impressionable. When I said all of the Pokemon-

Ash: But look around! Look at it.

Professor: You've created a ball pit. A massive, volatile ball pit. Do you even know which Pokemon are which?

Ash: Yes! We know every Pokemon that ever lived, right Brock?

Professor: Brock left two weeks ago. After you chased him with a harpoon in your sleep.

Ash: Oh. Fine. Pikachu will celebrate with me. Pikachu? Pikachu!

Professor: He's under that pile somewhere, isn't he? Masterful.