The Angel Plate

Mrs Frosty: Are you glad we didn't go with them, dear?
Mr Frosty: Of course, dear. Think about it. Why did we need to go away? It's warm, cozy, and quiet with those Daleks gone. We can do as we please!
Mrs Frosty: But we could have gone skiing, eaten at interesting, new restaurants, and made angels in the snow.
Mr Frosty: So? I can make an angel, right here on our plate.
Mrs Frosty: Oh. Perhaps, if we had a french fry, to place above her head?
Mr Frosty: A golden halo? I love it! It's Carl's Jr for lunch!
Mrs Frosty: Carl's Jr for lunch? Then perhaps we should order onion rings instead. They're shaped more like an angel's halo.
Mr Frosty: Once again, you demonstrate your incalculable wisdom, my dear.

Blue On Fiber

Ah, this fruit will get my systems back into top form. 

I always feel better when I've exterminated a little fiber!

Okay, yes, fine: I'll consume the waffle too. 

If you insist.

Ingesting Pancakes

Pocket: We may have tackled more than we can chew this time.

Denim: Nonsense, sir. We're Daleks. No project is too large for us.

Blue: Query: Daleks do not chew. Our nutrient intake systems ingest via--

Denim: It's a Human expression, Blue. Don't get worked up about it.

Pocket: Who does Blue think he is, questioning my word choice?

Denim: Forgive him, sir. He's just overwhelmed by these chocolate chip pancakes.

Pocket: Ah, he's not alone there.

The Age of Prudence

Blue: Why was Pocket frightened of--
Denim: He's not frightened. Pocket is never frightened!
Blue: Then why didn't he join us?
Denim: Age has taught him to prudence, that's all.

Denim: Besides, someone had to take our photo.

An Invitation Rejected

Mrs Frosty: What do you think, dear?
Mr Frosty: Thanks for the invitation, good sirs. Perhaps next time.
Pocket: Uh, I just thought, they'll be snow and all...
Mr Frosty: While a trip to the mountains sounds lovely, I'm afraid we'll be much too busy in your absence.

Mrs Frosty: Shall we get stuck in, then?
Mr Frosty: Absolutely! I couldn't wait for them to leave! Is the tea ready then?
Mrs Frosty: Yes, of course, dear.
Mr Frosty: Lovely.