Aunt Cass:
I’m not going without because you can’t follow directions. That’s where I draw the line.
Aunt Em:
Don’t make me spit on you on purpose.
Aunt Cori:
It’s either that or the women are eating somewhere else—in protest.
Uncle Phil:
RED ALERT! JASON! HELP!
Aunt Cass:
Don’t know why you bother asking for Jason to intervene. You know he doesn’t respond to these texts.
Nic:
Don’t worry, I’ve already placed everyone’s take-home orders from the bakery.
Mama:
You can forget mine. Keene doesn’t deserve anything that tastes good.
Kalie:
Mama, are you still punishing Dad?
Aunt Cori:
Oh, the places I can take that comment.
Uncle Phil:
I want to escape this chat. La, la, la.
Aunt Em:
We can make that happen, Phil.
Aunt Cass:
Be careful what you wish for, brother.
Uncle Phil:
I’ll take Keene’s portion of goodies as therapy, Nic.
Kalie:
Now, now, Uncle Phil, don’t be rude. We have guests coming.
So, I claim dibs on Grace’s portion.
Uncle Phil: