The girl who won last year sold four hundred and seventy-five. So far, I've sold seventy-five.

Okay, look, I do something nice, okay? I'll fill her ice trays.

Well, good luck to Dad. Say, how many more boxes would you have to sell in order to win?

Four hundred? Well, that sounds do-able. How much are the boxes? Five dollars a box.

A signal box, that's on our list, Hooray!

I had to go all the way to the basement because some idiot keeps stuffing the trash chute with pizza boxes.

What's that ring box? Oh. That is an engagement ring that I was going to give my girlfriend Amy.

Can we dress up? Of course, I'll get the dressing-up box. We can be clowns. And strong men. And jugglers.

The children have to spot everything that is on the activity sheet. A boat. A signal box. And a tunnel.

You're the milk thief! Leonard said I was crazy, but I knew that carton felt lighter.

Check the structural integrity of the trophy case, bitches, 'cause mama's bringing home some hardware!

The children tick the signal box on their activity sheets. The signal has stopped the train so that someone important could cross.

Fine, I'll go out and buy you another box with the money I was saving for a Wet&Wild lip liner.

Hey, come on now, this is a real date. So nice place you got here. Foosball? Pizza box. Oh, a subscription to Playboy, my kind of woman.

An entire dinner to talk about your research? Where you going, the drive-thru at Jack in the Box?