"But I'm not tiiiiired..."
"You are. You're exhausted. You've been rubbing your eyes for the last half an hour. Get up those stairs."
"Ten more minutes."
"Ten more minutes. Pleeeeease."
"You know the deal. Glenroe is finished, bed!"
(Coughs) "I don't feel very well."
"What's wrong with you?"
"I think I'm sick. I know you won't believe me but I was feeling sick all day."
"You weren't sick when we went to Blake's."
"Yeah I was but I didn't want to say anything."
"You ate all your dinner. You didn't seem very sick to me."
"I didn't want to leave it because you were paying for it. Thanks?"
"That won't work."
"FEEL MY FOREHEAD!"
(Feels forehead): "You're fine."
(Simpering): "I'm NOT fine! If I faint tomorrow in school it'll be your fault!"
"If you're so sick you should be in bed."
"And if I'm still sick tomorrow?"
(Under breath): "Yes!!!"