Alternative Parents

Camryn 2022-09-16 18:28:49

Most of the sitcom parents I have watched are very loving and hard-working, but this one is different, they often want to strike.

The same is true, if the restaurant food is not good, you can return it, but if you have children, you cannot return it. Can you say: "Waiter, my daughter is too hot and not sweet enough, I don't remember on the menu that the eldest son will be male or female, my youngest son, I didn't ask you to give it to me"?

If the parents win, it is a drama, and if the child wins, it is a comedy.


Daughter: I want breast augmentation.
Dad: why? You are beautiful.
Daughter: I'm not putting it on my face.
Dad: You're doing fine now.
Daughter: I am very flat now. I've been bored for a long time.
Dad: You have only grown up for a few days, how long has it bothered you?
Daughter: Mom's breasts are very big. Why am I not like her?
Mom: Maybe you look more like your dad. You have two sets of genes.
Dad: My genes are fine. All the men in my family have big breasts. Besides, boys will prefer what's inside of you relative to the outside.
Daughter: The implant is placed inside. I'm going to use my pocket money for the surgery.
Dad: We give you pocket money so that you can buy books to enrich yourself, not to buy fake breasts.
Daughter: Fake breasts can enrich me.


Dad: I sell insurance. Who would buy insurance for normal people? But with rhetoric and a little intimidation, they'll buy it, and the same goes for chasing girls.
Son: Are you saying I have to scare girls to be nice to me?
Dad: No, I'm talking rhetoric. How do you think I got into your mother?
Mom: Two cocktails and a suspicious aspirin.

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The War at Home quotes

  • Dave: [sees Hillary looking at his Penthouse magazine] What the hell are you doing? That's a men's magazine for men. Oh, God, don't tell me you're going Rosie O'Donnell on me.

    Hillary: Relax, I'm just looking at the boobs.

    Dave: Not making me feel better.

  • Dave: Look, I think we might need to take him to a professional.

    Vicky: What? I thought you didn't believe in therapy.

    Dave: What therapy? I meant a hooker.