go fix me a turkey pot pie.

pb&j with the crusts cut off... well brian, this is a very nutritious lunch, all the food groups are represented. did your mom marry mr. rogers?

uh, no... mr. johnson.

ahh... here's my impression of life at big bri's house:
"son?"
"yeah, dad?"
"how was your day, pal?"
"great, dad! how's yours?"
"super! say, how would like to go fishing this weekend?"
"great, dad! but I got homework to do."
"that's okay, son! you can do it on the boat!"
"gee!"
"dear, isn't our son swell?"
"yes, dear. isn't life swell?"
*kiss*
*punch*

all right, what about your family?

oh, that's easy:
"stupid, worthless, no good, god-damned free loading son of a bitch! retarded, big-mouthed, know-it-all asshole jerk!"
"you forgot ugly, lazy, and disrespectful!"
"shut up, bitch! go fix me a turkey pot pie!"
"what about you, dad?"
"fuck you!"
"no, dad, what about you?"
"fuck you!"
"no, dad, what about you?!"
"fuck you!"
*punches*