"Why, what's wrong?"
"Shrek's hurt!"
"Shrek's hurt? Shrek's HURT? Oh, no, Shrek's gonna die!"
"Donkey, I'm okay!"
"You can't do this to me, Shrek, I'm too young for you to die! Keep your feet elevated! Turn your head and cough! Does anybody know the Heimlich...?"
"Donkey, calm down! If you want to help Shrek, go into the forest and look for a blue flower with red thorns."
"Blue flower, red thorns! Okay, I got it! Blue flower, red thorns! Blue flower, red thorns! Don't die, Shrek, and if you see any long tunnels, stay away from the light!"
I shook my head with a smile as I continued to watch the movie while Faye giggled next to me.
"I see why Donkey's your favourite," she mumbled over the chocolate she was eating.
"He's everyone's favourite," I stated the obvious.
"Um no... I kinda like Lord Farquaad," I turned to Faye with a scowl.
"You have got to be joking," I said.
"I'm not. He reminds me of Matteo."