"I don't care anything about 'ages'! What's that got to do with it ?" he said, his thoughts appearing to be somewhat disconnected.

"Ages,' don't mean anything! I only want to know--I want to know--I want--" He stopped.
"What do you want ?" his father asked crossly.
"Why don't you say it?
Don't make such a fuss." "I'm not--not at all," George declared, pushing his chair back from the table.
"You must finish your dinner, dear," his mother urged.

"Don't--" "I have finished.

I've eaten all I want.

I don't want any more than I wanted.