Evie: “I think you’re going to get state fright.”
Ollie: “What is stage fright?”
Sara, cutting in: “That’s when you’re such a good fox that you frighten everyone in the crowd.”
Ollie: “Oh.”

Evie, ready for her ballet performance: “I’ve got three buns.”
::pointing to her hair::
Evie: “One,”
::sticking out her butt::
Evie: “Two, three!”