"What's up? Fidgeting like that" "Er, well, it looks like the elastic's gone in my pants."

"Hey! It's dangerous to run here." "Eh? ... A-a-Aaah!!" "Oh dear, what did I tell you?"

You say po-tah-to I say po-tay-to. Rika is just that sort of girl. There's no way to win a battle of words with her.

He gave a big yawn!

Wow, we're finally in Paris. Where should we visit first?

Oh, the toast is burned black.