Brady: Indeed, I discussed the matter a fortnight past with [Avatar]. Was I remiss in notifying you?
Maribelle: Brady?! The voice is yours, but the words...
Brady: I completed my reading of "Proper Diction: A Master's Guide" yesterday evening.
Maribelle: Yes, I heard from many people. ...Frankly, the entire camp is terrified.
Brady: I can only hope my more eloquent locution better conforms to your ideal son, Mother. Now, in further news of the day, I feel that we must allow for... *Gaaaaaasp*
Maribelle: Are you all right?! What is it?!
Brady: How do you breathe, Ma?! Talkin' like that damn near suffocated me! I seriously thought I might pass out.
Maribelle: .......
Brady: I mean, uh, speaking in that manner nearly caused me to be overcome? ...From lack of respiration?
Maribelle: Nice try, darling.
Brady: Aw, horse apples! Ain't no good, Ma. The words just don't fit in my mouth. I feel like I'm gonna chomp my own tongue off here.
Maribelle: Brady, I'm just so very pleased you even bothered to make the effort. But it's time I stopped foisting my ideals on other people. You can think and act responsibly without thinking and acting like me.
Brady: You're creepin' me out here, Ma. What's with the sudden about-face?
Maribelle: That's just it: YOUR sudden about-face creeped ME out.
Brady: Right?! ...Wait, hey! Did you just call me creepy?
Maribelle: Hmm, did I?
Brady: I only did all that speakin' junk 'cause ya kept tellin' me to.
Maribelle: I know, sweetheart. And I'm so very proud of my little honey bear.
Brady: Gah, okay, stop! You're welcome, so just stop!
Maribelle: Ah! Seems I've discovered another way to motivate you... Boo-Boo-Bear.
Brady: No more, Ma! I'm beggin' ya!