“Good grief. They're like the freaking poster family for the NRA.”
“These are pictures of the people in my family where we look like the most awkward and desperate folk you ever saw, poster children for the human condition.”
“You can't force folks to have good sense, even if they're family. Maybe especially then.”
“You are the posterity of your family. You are either continuing the progression or regression of your ancestors.”
“Good grief! They're going to call us inside soon, and Sticky hasn't even met Madge yet!""Who's Madge?" Sticky asked."Her Majesty the Queen!”
“Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material. ”