Daniel: So guess what song I heard on the radio the other day that I haven't heard in years?
Eli: Soooo tell me what you want what you really really want--
Daniel: No. It was--
Eli: Myyyyyyy milkshake brings all the boys to the ya--
Daniel: No! They were playing--
Eli: Dun-da-da-da-da-da-dun-dun. Da dun-da-da-da-da-da-dun-dun. Ice, ice baby. Under pressure!
Eli: I put my hands up, they're playing my song, and the butterflies fly away--
Daniel: Ok, stop please.
Eli: Baby, baby, baby, oh! Baby, baby, ba--
Daniel: Seriously, stop.
Eli: If you wanna get with me, you better make it laa-aast.
Daniel: You already did that one.
Eli: And I was like BOOM! BOOM! I put it in the hoop like SLAM! SLAM! I hear the crowds screamin' out JAM! JAM! I swear that I'm tellin' you the facts! Cause that's how I beat Shaq!
Daniel: Why do you even know these songs?
Eli: Sometimes I think that airplanes in the night sky are like movie stars!
Daniel: Those aren't even the right words.
Eli: New Yoooork! I've become a wintry tomato!
Daniel: Even fewer right words.
Eli: I give up. What did you hear?
Daniel: It was . . . um . . . now all I can think about is that awful Spice Girls song!
Eli: Zigazig ha.
~It Just Gets Stranger