Mitchell: Okay, okay. You give in to her every whim, and I'm mean daddy.
Cameron: That's not true.
Mitchell: Isn't it? What's this? Hmm? This is how she sees us. I'm a screaming demon, and you're just a-smilin' and a-bakin'. And, incidentally, do we really think this is refrigerator-worthy?
Cameron: She put it up yesterday after you made her clean her room.
Mitchell: And after you made her brownies. She is gonna turn into a willful, fat little girl unless you start getting tough with her, because right now you're her pal, and I'm just the pitchfork-wielding she-devil. [Cameron laughs] It lined up, didn't it?
Cameron: Yeah, we really got lucky with you holding that fork.