Red: Look at this. Here we are sitting down to dinner and Eric's not even home yet.
Kitty: Well, Honey, you took away his car. He has to walk everywhere.
Red: Walking is good for him.
Kitty: Red, why do you have to be so hard on him?
Red: Same reason my old man was hard on me. To prepare me for the world. You know, Kitty, when I was his age I could have parachuted onto a deserted island with nothing but a Swiss army knife, and I would've survived.
Kitty: Well, okay, then we've learned something. No skydiving for Eric.
Red: I'll tell you, Kitty, the world is a tough place. You drop your guard for one second and it'll kick you right in the ass.
Kitty: Well, you're right. Red, the world is hard. So wouldn't it be nice if Eric came home to a place that wasn't?
Red: All right, Kitty, when you win the lottery... you can buy him Disneyland.