Michael: Look, Daddy, pancakes.
Geoffrey: Shaped like bunnies.
Debra: You made pancakes?!
Marie: Oh, my God! They could've burned the house down.
Ray: Who told you you could make pancakes?!
Frank: [enters] I smell pancakes.
Marie: Do you know how dangerous it is to be playing with the stove?
Frank: Where are the pancakes?
Ally: You want a pancake, Grandpa?
Frank: What the hell have I been saying here?