
Elizabeth: Caitlyn, how many times do I have to tell you I'm the boss?
Caitlyn: Apparently a lot because I'm not listening.

Elizabeth: Hey, I'm talking to you (or trying to see what happens when I put my finger in your eyeball).
Caitlyn: I can't hear you...la, la, la and you can't touch me.

Elizabeth: Don't you see I'm in a position of authority (doesn't the thumb sucking give it away)?
Caitlyn: Elizabeth, just give me a fist bump and call it day, alright?

Ain't life grand? Two generations of train buddies.
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