Kevin: What a terrible circus. The knife thrower was the worst!
Anne: Why do you say that? I thought he was great.
Kevin: How could he be great? He threw all those knives at that girl and didn’t hit her once!
Kevin: What a terrible circus. The knife thrower was the worst!
Anne: Why do you say that? I thought he was great.
Kevin: How could he be great? He threw all those knives at that girl and didn’t hit her once!
Eileen: Why are baby girls dressed in pink and baby boys dressed in blue?
Dan: I don’t know. Why?
Eileen: Because they can’t dress themselves!
Phoebe: Hey – there were sixteen cookies left in the cookie jar. Now there are only two. How do you explain that?
Bob: I don’t know. I thought I had gotten them all.
David: Why are you staring at the mirror and jumping up and down like that?
Sally: I want to see what I’ll look like when I’m taller.
Beth: Why are you staring at the mirror with your eyes shut?
Alice: I want to see what I look like when I’m asleep!
Tim: Why are you staring at the mirror and standing on your head?
Patty: I want to see what I’d look like if I lived on the other side of the world.
Peggy: Which candles burn longer – wax candles or tallow candles?
Ron: I don’t know. Which?
Peggy: Neither. They both burn shorter!
Hope: Which is farther away – New York City or the moon?
Andy: New York City.
Hope: Why do you say that?
Andy: I can see the moon, but I can’t see New York City!
Lili: Do the buses run on time?
Laurie: Yeah. I guess so.
Lili: No – they run on wheels!
Tracy: Sometimes I don’t think you listen to a word I say.
Matthew: What?
Margaret: Why are you so upset?
Abby: My teacher yelled at me for something I didn’t do.
Margaret: What was it?
Abby: My homework!
Louise: Well, how did your clothes get all torn up?
Scott: I tried to stop a kid from getting beat up.
Louise: Who?
Scott: Me!
Jean: Hey, who gave you that black eye?
Gordon: Nobody gave it to me. I had to fight for it!
Eric: Yesterday I saw a man fall off an eighty-foot ladder.
Peter: Gosh, was he hurt?
Eric: No. He fell off the bottom rung.
Greg: Which is correct – the white of the eggs is yellow or the white of the eggs are yellow?
Betsy: I don’t know.
Greg: Me neither. How can the white of the eggs be yellow?