(Me closing my laptop, teamspeak automatically logs out): Dad: Son, I'm using your PC for a sec. (Opens laptop, teamspeak automatically logs in.) Friend: Hey, hey, are you there? Say something! Dad: OHMYGOD your computer is talking to me!! Me: ... Dad: I'm the god of computers!
(My dad and I at home while the credits for Captain America start.) Dad:I really like this movie even though it has some flaws. Like Bucky was way too old and he should've been fighting the Nazis not Hydra. Me: True but at least they stayed true to the character and didn't try to make him all dark and gritty. Dad: Fair point. Me: It suddenly occurs to me that we're a family of comic book snobs. Dad: You say that like it's a bad thing.
(Meow from outside door) Mom: I hear a kitty! (Opens door) Mom: Wait, where's the kitty? Was there ever a kitty? Am I on drugs?
(While I'm getting ready for work.) Dad: Hey, did you get some coffee? I don't want your white collar ass passing out at your desk. Me: Yeah, I tried it this morning and it was weak sauce. Dad: Weak!? I'm insulted! Just a sec. (comes back with a tumbler of coffee.) No cream this time. That stuff's for wimps. Me:(takes a sip of perfect brew) Wow! It's like a punch in the face! What did you do to it? Dad: F**king Alchemy and Black Magic, Bitch!
(Talking to my ten-year-old cousin about Pokemon while celebrating my uncle returning from Iraq.) Me: Bulbasaur was my favorite starter. Cousin: What's a bulbasaur? Uncle: Good work son, the only proper starter is a Charmander. Cousin: What's a charmander? Uncle: (Turns to my aunt) What in God's name have you done to my child?!