Mountain View Overheard; Also, the O Rock.

Truman: So last Friday, we beat Mountain View in basketball...hugadurgadurghadur aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgh.
Gwendolyn: Great story.
Truman: Yeah, that's about it.

If he had a relationship status with Mountain View on Facebook it would be "complicated."

Forgot One

(Trying to get Gwen to laugh)
Tru: ...Bacon...Spinach...Naked...VERY Naked...
Dad: Very naked spinach? Must be one of those youth things.

Tunnels, Booby Traps, and Acetylsalicylic Acid

Truman: What is the short name of acetylsalicylic acid?
Gwen: ...Death Juice?

Ethan: I'm going to booby trap my room.
Dad: 'Booby trap' sounds like a spring loaded bra.
Tru: How long have you waited to say that joke?
Dad: About 47 years.

Truman: (Sadly) My tunnel flooded.
(Ten minutes later)
Mom: I was watching Modern Marvels and they had one on air conditioned, underground tunnels that are used for smuggling.
Ethan: Hey Truman. Their tunnels didn't flood.

Celery and Malefactions

Mom: We got lamb and vegetable balls.
Ethan: Vegetables have balls?
Dad: Yeah there's a bunch of eunuch celery running around.

Gwen: Google doesn't know what 'malefaction' means. I know that it originated in Hamlet but I don't know what it means.
Ethan: It doesn't work for anything!
Gwen: Malefaction?
Ethan: No!

Harry Potter

Gwen: Avada Kedavra!
Truman: That's not going to fix my shoulder. Get your Madam Pomfrey on, woman!

Overheard in Vegas, or, Wooparagonsh

Mom: Sissy Fork! Sissy Fork! Which is different than American Fork.

Gwen: Is there such thing as an ice cream scoop?
Truman and Dad: No.

Truman: Paragonah?! Sounds like a disease. I've got the Paragonah. There's no hope. It's terminal.

(Discussing the word disgruntled)
Tru: Disgruntled. So can I be gruntled?
Gwen: Sounds like that thing on How to Train Your Dragon. To gruntle: To be hit at full speed with a grunkle.
Tru: No, a gruntle is the noise you make when a grunkle hits you at full speed.

Concerning the Strip:
Gwen: I like it.
Tru: I don't.
Gwen: Well you're a square.
Tru: No, I'm a prude. There's a difference.

Zombies are Awesome.

Over the phone:

Truman: Sorry, I'm thinking about killing zombies.
Gwen: Why?
Truman: Cuz they jump out at me.
Gwen: Are you playing that Dead Space game?
Truman: No.
Gwen: Well what game are you playing?
Truman: I'm playing the slide the paper into the page protector game.