Ty: pretending to snore.
Za: I don't like that! I put you back home!
Za: Where we going? I can't remember.
Me: Think about what we've said...
Za: The plane!
"In a quarter mile" according to Suri:
Za: I'm cold. Let's go home.
Me: We can go back to Illinois.
A few seconds later...
Za: Everyone be quiet!
Merry Christmas from the Moss Monsters.