Conversation One
Me: Sophie, what's this baby's name?
Sophie: Twenty.  Twenty Hippopot.

Conversation Two
Sophie: AAAAARRGGHH! [dumping her toy shopping cart and whipping all of it's contents across the room]
Me: Sophie, what's the matter?
Sophie: I NEED TO GO TO NEW YORK CITY!

Conversation Three
(Scene: Martin is sitting on the toilet and Sophie keeps knocking on the door to come in, despite Martin's protests that he needs some privacy.  Sophie has painted her lips with foundation and desperately wants to show Martin.)
Martin: GET OUT.
Sophie: How do I look?
Martin: You should wash your lips.
Sophie: How do I look?
Martin: What do you have on there? 
Sophie: It's my liptik.
Martin: Well, your lips look dead.
Sophie: I look nice.