I will not get out of this car until you give me that cup I saw in your bag.... (he wasn't allowed to have breakfast)
Where are we, I'd rather leave... or give me that food I see over there in the corner by the coffee machine....
I know my clothes and shoes are in here, I want them back NOW!
See I'll put them on by myself, just help me with these shoes and I'll be on my way out that sliding door behind me....
I just feel like crying, I don't care where you take me. Ok, thank you for the fruit snacks for "brunch" but I will not look happy for you.
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