"I.... yeah, sure, I like rocks I guess." (Son)

"I-I really don't know what you like doing- do you want to, I don't know, collect rocks?" (Father)

"It's a trade secret, if I told you I'd have to kill you." (Son)

"I snuck you some paper and pencils... how dya hold a pencil, anyway? Magic pup..." (Parent)

"Why are you such a mess?" (Brother)

"Because I took after you, obviously, Indi." (Sibling)

"Oh, sure, I'm supposed to just sit here and take the background because you need soooo much help. Maybe you should be a big brother, for once in your life." (Brother)

"Indi, I'm trying. It's not my fault that dad and Mazza are focusing on me, I don't want them to. I just want to be able to live my own life." (Brother)

"It's your turn to go track down the pups, they ran off again." (Boyfriend)

"Seriously? Hhhh.... Fine, but I can't promise I'll come back without a souvenir- in my flank-"

"You know, for a pup with three legs, you sure do get into a lot of trouble." (Father)

"Yeah, well, according to Uncle Cress I learned it from the best, so there!" (Son)

"Scared the sh- crap outta me- how are you so quiet??" (Father)

"Dunno, it's just a skill I've learned, I guess- Pops says I spook him a lot too, I always feel a bit bad." (Son)

"Alright, you big furball, get over here so I can help brush that out." (Father)

"Excuse me no that's where I'm keeping my stash of cool sticks so Tris and Hito don't steal them-" (Son)

"Thank you for keeping an eye on your brothers, I know it isn't that easy. You don't have to, though - that's Hemlock and my job." (Father)

"...." (Child)