(More drive-home randomness.)

MissEight: I wish I was a dog.

Mr12: Roll over, then.

MissEight: I can't. I have a seatbeat on, duh. (pauses, shoves a cookie in mouth, keeps talking) I want to be a dog that talks and looks like a human. Yeah. That's right.

Mr12: Who are you talking to?

MissEight: Ha ha, you're talking to a dog.