“You spit in this?""Yup."Chris shrugged. "As long as you're honest.”

“Asshole," Ephraim muttered as he turned back around.Chris chuckeled. "Is that really any way to talk to your favorite child?""You're not my favorite," Ephraim argued, but they both knew that was bullshit. "I don't have any favorites.""Puhlease," Chris said. "You fucking adore me...”

“Madison looked down at her cookie and back at Chris. “Why did he get a brownie and I only got a cookie?”“Because I love him unconditionally and you’re making him sweat.” Chris stuffed the rest of the brownie in his mouth.”

“What did you do?”“What makes you think I did something?”Chris snorted. “You’re the guy. Of course it’s your fault. Even when it’s not your fault, it’s your fault.”

“Why does he get to sit in front?” Jill whined.“Because my mommy doesn’t love me and you won’t stop bitching. Now sit back and let me enjoy shotgun.”Chris gently pushed Jill back with a finger to her forehead.“Jerk.”“You know it.”

“Oh my god are you talking about stalking me?""yes, but if it comes before a judge we'll just call it a little misunderstanding," he said with a shrug.”

“For as long as you want me, Madison. I am your man.”