Son: Boys are gathering into our yard! Dad: ...How many boys Son: All of them... Dad: MY MILKSHAKES!
Amburgers & Woot Beer! Edit: Thanks to my dad for this one.
Baghdad
Get out of my son!
You've got a lot of potential, son.
With a crow bar.
At the butcher shop, where they sell kid-knees.
A fence.
I reckon that fence is around a yard.
A milkshake.
Give a cow a pogo stick.
A dressmaker sews what she gathers a farmer gathers what he sows.
A Sir conference.