Kitty: Okay, now, everybody take a feather from the paper turkey and write down something you're thankful for, and then we'll all pick feathers and guess who wrote them. Any questions?
Bob: This is kind of off-topic, but where can I put my belt?
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Kitty: I'll go first. [chuckles] "I'm thankful for my mother/wife. My life is meaningless without her." Whoopsie, I got mine. [laughs] It would've sounded better if someone else had read it.
Eric: "I'm thankful you have pecan pie. You do have pecan pie, right? Because I turned down an invitation that involved pecan pie." Hmm, Bob?
Red: "I'm thankful I didn't waste my day at a really fun concert. This way I can work on becoming a bitter, old man whose only happiness is destroying his son's life." Kitty, hand me the turkey.
Bob: I think I got Red's. 'Cause the only words I can repeat are "Eric, little" and a word that starts with "mother."
Kitty: "Mother"? That's nice.
Bob: It takes a pretty hard left turn.
Kitty: Thanksgiving is ruined.
Eric: Don't look at me. Dad's the one who cursed on a turkey.
Red: Kitty. Bob, touch my yams and die.
Bob: Look at all the stuff I gotta eat.