Grandma: "Camille, come here so Grandma can help you blow your nose. If you blow your nose you will breathe so much better."
C: "I don't WANNA bweathe!!!"
A: Daddy, we're never gonna die.
D: Of course we'll die, Adeline. Everybody dies.
A: (thoughtfully) It's taking us a long time to die.
A: I have a hypothesis.
A: "Wow! It rhymes! We are the ROHALS" (pronounced with a slight long u vowel), "and we have RULES!" (pronounced with the same vowel)