Papa and Zanzi are in a bathroom washing their hands.
Zanzi: (kind of under her breath) I can't this crap off my hands.
Papa: What?
Zanzi: Nothing.
We're counting cars as they go by.
Zanzi: .....seventy-truck.
Zanzi is talking to an adult she just met and barely knows.
They ask her if she takes naps.
Zanzi: I'm an adult, I don't take naps.
We're at a wedding and a man is singing Tracy's Bird's "Keeper of the Stars" song to the bride and groom.
Zanzi: Is that guy speaking Spanish?
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