Not the Film Geek...
RC: What do you want for dinner?
FG: What do we have?
RC: I have a pound of hamburger and it needs to be used. You can have burgers or tacos or meatloaf or spaghetti and meatballs. Your choice, I just have to use the hamburger.
FG: Chicken would be good.
SQ: Can I stay home from school the day Halo 3 comes out?
SQ: Please? A bunch of my friends might be.
SQ: I don't see why I can't. This is stupid. What's the problem with missing one day of school?
Irate phone call from my friend Stacey, mother of one of SQ's friends: Jules, what's this I hear about you letting Sasquatch stay home from school the day Halo 3 comes out?
RC: WHY is there a half eaten plate of food on your bookshelf?
RC: Have we not talked about that you aren't allowed to eat upstairs?
RC: How many times do I have to say it? No. Eating. Food. Upstairs.
Gumby: Well, it wasn't really food for us. We weren't eating it.We were just trying to see how many bugs we could catch.
Not Surfer Dude...
RC (watching him practice his "knife skills" on a basket of strawberries): Please don't use that entire basket of strawberries.
RC: And please don't load the whole bowl of strawberries up with the powdered sugar.
RC (on being presented with the whole basket of cut strawberries completely covered in sugar): Did I tell you not to do this?
SD (holding up a lone mushy uncut strawberry): I didn't use the whole basket, and besides that's brown sugar, not powdered.
Not the dogs...
RC (ready to go to sleep, walks in to find three dogs sprawled on bed)
RC: You all need to move.
RC: You all need to move now.
Dogs: snore louder. feign deafness.
RC: YOU ALL NEED TO MOVE.
Dogs (wounded, disbelieving, lazy): get up and move about three inches each before flopping back down again, exhausted from the effort.
RC (slides into six inch space between a dog butt and the edge of the bed, but still can't get the covers away from them): Damn.
And people wonder why I blog.