Ezra is eating raisins on the beach, but doesn’t want to touch them himself. I feed him a couple and then tell him he’s on his own.

Ezra: “Phineas, will you feed me?”
Phineas: “No.”
Ezra: “I’ll give you a dollar to feed me.”
Phineas: “No.”
Ezra: “Two dollars?”
Phineas: “No.”
Ezra: “Three dollars? Four dollars? Five dollars?”
Phineas: “I will do it only for ten dollars.”
Ezra: “How about eight dollars and ninety-nine cents? That’s only one penny away from ten dollars. Because there’s one hundred cents in one dollar.”
Phineas: “How about ten cents?”
Ezra: “No, that’s very far from one dollar. One dollar is one hundred cents?”
Phineas: “Then I want one hundred cents.”
Ezra: “And then you will feed me?”
Phineas: “Yes.”
Ezra: “Okay!”