“Good thing she didn't kick hard enough. My jewels are still intact! My meat is still edible! My tube steak is fully functional! The frank is still above the beans!”
“I work my hardest and she still kicks the crap out of me.”
“It's suspiciously quiet in here, and there's a Tod shaped dent in the bean bag. For the sake of both my sanity and my temper, I'm going to pretend I can't tell that you're in his lap, so could you pretend that this is still my house and you are still my daughter, and I'm within my parental rights to kick your boyfriend out after 11:00 p.m.?”
“How does it feel to know that even at my worst, you're still not good enough?”
“I'd known enough people for every minute of the day, and yet still didn't have anyone as my two a.m.”
“I'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you, and I'll die knowing I still didn't do enough.”