"Where's Timmy?"
“Oh, I think he's just wandering the neighborhood on foot firing off some rounds from his incredibly realistic M-16."
“That's nice, dear."
“Joe, I’m concerned you never really wanted us to have a child.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Well, for a start, every night you make Kathy face away from us on the other end of this fucked up centipede couch.”