Dad, Chris.

Chris, go get your Aunt Shirley.

Fred, check this out.

Go trash his piece of crap car.

Try it out loud, Gladys.

We can't back out now.

He's having another one of his bizarre Donald flashbacks.

Thanks for making an ass out of me.

We love you and we hate Chris!

Okay, now if you'll all excuse me, I'm gonna pass out.

Hey, he did it he actually broke that block of ice with his head Thank you.

Well, we'll see what you think when your old man has to shovel me off his patio.

It's my turn to host the damn thing and I can't weasel out of it.

Be a weasel for once in your life.

Your obvious lack of significant income is causing you to lash out at those greater than yourself.

Just because he's your age is a huge success and owns his own melon stand is no reason to feel threatened by him.

And that's why, just a few short months ago, when my minister needed some money for a new space heater for his trailer, I handed the guy ten bucks.

Thanks to Chris, I've completely lost the will to live.

And you're not getting out of it, so you better unstrap that little paddle and start preparing to be miserable, the way we're doing.

As most of you probably know, I had to fire the boy that cuts our grass because I caught him stealing a power drill out of the garage.