Mom, tiredly: "I need a bubble bath."
Me: "I need a bubble bath too."
Dad, in a high-pitched voice: "I need a bubble bath too!"
Me: "Real men don't take bubble baths."
Mom: "Except with their wives."
Mom, instructing me on ideas for dinner: "Look in Mary Owlhaven's cookbook. And if that doesn't work, look under 'ground beef' on the Hillbilly Housewife."
Dad: "And if that doesn't work, look under 'pizza' in the phone book."
Mom, as I am standing half in front of the dishwasher: "Please avert your bottom."