Upon receiving a yellow straw with her milk, instead of the requested red:
"Weeell, yellow's okay, too. Yellow is on my color list."
And, after using the yellow straw with gusto:
"Darn it! My milk is over!"
In her sisters' room, holding the remote from Betsy's remote controlled car:
"Mommy, I don't think this wuh-mote is working," said Ramona, just as the car went flying off the dresser.
"Ooooh ... maybe it is .... "