Ryan: "Guten tag Ms. Bateman!"
Me: "Guten tag, Ryan."
Ryan: "You speak German?!"
Me: "Just a little," as I pinch my fingers.
Ryan: "Wie alt bist du?"
Me: "Ich bin sechs und zwanzig jahre alt."
Ryan: "Whoa! You are old!"
Me: "Oh please, I'm not that old."
Ryan: "I am 14 years old, and I will never get older."
Me: "Hmm ... bet you will."
Ryan: "Nope, never. Bet you $50 dollars I won't."
Me: "$50! That's a lot, done."
Ryan: "$50 is not a lot, not when I'm going to be making trillions."
Me: "Trillions? I want to make trillions. How Ryan?"
Ryan: "Let's just say it's something to do with a little accident that happened last year. What's going on with MESA?"
Me: "Have you talked to Mr. Jensen? He's in charge of our next field trip."
Ryan: "MR. THOMAS! I mean MR. JENSEN! Okay, auf wiedersehn Fraulein Bateman."
Me: "Tschus!"