Cause of chaos

Alex: Yeah, I know. I'm only jokin'.

Alex: Not gonna be real cheap if they go through 'em like they do diapers.

Alex: Hope so. Or I'm gonna have to buy stocks in tacos or somethin' to keep you all fed.

Alex: You think the Gogh Gogh's are gonna like them like you do?

Alex: I could eat more but uh, guess I'm just gonna have to admit defeat.

Alex: I'm not gonna win this, am I?

Alex: Nah, you're not. I never get any. But I know how much you like them so I don't mind.

Alex: 🤠🤠🤠 Feel more like myself now.

Alex: Yeah, I used my teeth on air. Didn't get any taco.

Alex: I really do mean it, Clara. I'll try real hard to not call you it again.

Clara: You got taco! I'm plenty generous with my taco.

Alex: I've never got no taco bites.

Alex: You mean crumbs?

Alex: Like all the tacos you said you were gonna share with me?

Alex: I mean it this time. Can't promise nothin' but I'll try real hard to never call you it again.

Alex: Didn't think there was nothin' worse than Huckleberry Ding Dong. Got that wrong.

Alex: I'll stop callin' you Cluckleberry.

Alex: I've slept there a few times. It's not that bad.

Alex: You really kickin' me outta bed?

Alex: Alright, Cluckle. 🤠

Alex: Don't think I thought this through but, uh...

Alex: Cluckleberry.

Alex: Guess if we're divorced, that means I can call you Cluckleberry. Can't double divorce me.