Beth: Goldilocks. My mom read this to me a thousand times. I just never understood how that little girl got away with it.
Haley: What do you mean?
Beth: Well, if I were a bear somebody broke into my house, laid in my bed and ate my food I'd rip her skinny little arms off.
Haley: Oh. Uh, it's just porridge, right?
Beth: It's my porridge.
Haley: Um...