(While my mom was on a girl's weekend, she called me) Mom: I can't find my phone... Help me find...
(Helping my dad fix the car, and he's trying to get a screw in hole which he cant see.) Me: Need...
(watching twilight with mom) Edward: How about the weather? Bella: I don't like the rain. I don...
Grandma: You know how some people don't like clowns and think they're scary? Me: Yeah... Grand...
(My sister finds a Canadian nickel with a picture of a beaver on the tails side) Mom: That's fun...
Dad: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I have Alzheimer's, Cheese on toast.
Dad: What's that one game everyone's playing? Dead Cats? Mom: ...Angry Birds? Dad: Yeah, that.
[Parents in bedroom looking at cold/flu tablets. I walk in looking for the cat] Me: Hey, mum, da...
(My mom talking about the size of my chest while trying on clothes.) Mom: Good God, look at thos...
Mom: You know I hate glitter. Glitter is the herpes of the craft world.