You're hot

Tom: Your body is pretty warm isn't it?
Dad: Yes, it's about 37 degrees.
Tom: That's pretty hot. But the sun's hotter.

Sparkly

Eva: When I grow up, I want to be a cleaner.
Mom: You never want to clean your own bedroom, why would you want to clean other people's homes?
Eva: I want them to be sparkly.

Killer instinct

Eva: In jail, are prisoners allowed to kill each other?
Mom: No, no one is allowed to kill anyone, ever.
Eva: But they do in Guardians of the Galaxy.
Mom: That's a science fiction movie. It's not real.