Crudites? You talking about my wife? Crudites?You know, Peter Piper, you're gonna be picking your pickled peppers out of the other side of your...Dad!Are you threatening me? Oh, this is just the appetizers, people. Let's pace ourselves.Just say you're sorry. All right. I'm sorry you married a lunatic.That's it. Oh no! It's happening again! Mini quiche?Hey! Come back here, you little weasel! You're crazier than your wife!Hey! No one's crazier than my wife! Yeah! No one's crazier than me!See you in class! Hi, Mrs. Dabney.Hey, Charlie. So we're here at your very first ballet recital and I'm gonna get the whole thing on tape.Ooh. That's odd. Some guy named Brock just asked me out. I wonder who he is. No idea. Ooh, it's starting.
