Kate: I'd love that program for Sierra. Those kids seemed really neat.
Larry: Uh huh. What's wrong with you?
Sierra: You guys are insane.
Larry: No! We're a new generation of parents. We had a lot of fun, so now you don't have to.
Sierra: Well congratulations! I didn't want to do drugs before, but now maybe I will.
Larry: You're grounded.
Sierra: You are the worst parents ever!
Larry: We are not. My parents were!
Kate: (to Martha) Thank you Mrs. Falvi for a delightful evening of discussion and song. My husband and I had a great time. (prompting him) Didn't we Larry?
Larry: Oh yeah. You guys sure beat the hell out of Dumb Kids Choir.
Roy: Hello!...Okay, enough with the chit-chat.
Kate: That isn't funny, young lady! We were very very furried about you!...Hey, Larry, check it out. I just said "furried" instead of "worried."
Larry: "Furried," that's awesome...Who are you?
Larry: Hunter, what are you doing in Sierra's bed?
Hunter: She said if I didn't pretend to be her she'd kill Santa.
Larry: Don't worry buddy, there's no Santa.
(Kate frowns at Larry)
(Larry and Kate have just found a bag of catnip in Sierra's room)
Kate: Oh God, our daughter's a niphead.
Sarmoti: Nice. You run a tight ship, champ.
Kate: This explains the locked doors and the weird attitude.
Larry: Look, she's a teenager. She's bound to experiment.
Sarmoti: "Bound to experiment?" Way to parent with authority! Call me when she's pregnant.