Parents - (1989)

Father: Honey, what are you making for dinner?

Mother: Steak with potato wedges.

Son: I'm not hungry. I'll pass.

Mother: Excuse me?

Father: Steak and Potato Wedges are good son. Unless you want to settle for a side of corn.

Son: I want to go up into my room.

Mother: I don't think so young man. You are going to eat whatever I cook and sit with your parents at the table. 

Father: You better listen to your mother.

Son: I don't like meat.

Mother: Do you want to grow up to be strong like a Football jock or scrawny with spaghetti arms like a girl? Meat will help you grow.

Father: Let's eat now huh?

Son: What kind of meat is that anyway? 

Mother: Oh why son, I am so glad your inquisitive mind wants to know. 

Father: Do you want to tell him or should I?

Mother: Well let's just say, this kind of meat you cannot buy in a store. And it's not from a cow either. 

Son: So where did you get it?

Mother: From Mr. Rolf our next door neighbor.

Son: But Mr. Rolf is dead. He died a week ago. I heard it was from some kind of accident in his house.

Father: Yes...we know...