LISSIE: Your Elizabeth sure is the bee's knees, the cat's pajamas, the high pillow, the big cheese, a real Sheba, a spiffy squeeze!
EDWARD: Why are you talking like that?
LISSIE: It's the Twenties, old sport! It's how people speak!
EDWARD: It's really not. Also, you're a 17-year-old New England girl, not a middle-aged tabloid reporter from Chicago.
LISSIE: Twist! Spoiler!
EDWARD: Yeah, I know. But I'm perfectly aware you're 17. If anything, I would have you speak like a young person.
LISSIE: That's baloney! Applesauce, hokum, horsefeathers!
EDWARD: Now you're just reading from a Thesaurus of 1920s slang.
LISSIE: What's your beef, mac? You're giving me the heebie-jeebies.
EDWARD: And what's with the hyperactive act? You're basically a debutante. Why do you look and behave like one of the Little Rascals?
LISSIE: Don't get sore, geezer. Race you to the next tree! Winners get the loser's buttons!