"Who says I do?" Francine shifted on the chair. "It was a completely philosophical question. Like... like... uh." Quick, Peters. Think fast. "What do you want to be when you grow up? What's the meaning of life? What do you think about tight shiny clothes? What are we gonna do after we graduate?"

Crap. That one was a little less philosophical, though Francine couldn't pretend she didn't know where it had come from.