Kitty: Oh, Eric. Why'd you have to go and upset your father?
Eric: I can't have my own opinion without him tearing my head off?
Kitty: No. And I think at your age, you should know that by now.
Eric: Well... No, mom, no. Uh-uh. Man, we had such a good thing going at work, and he just wrecked that. And by the way, without Earl, I'm back to dumbass. He's just mean.
Kitty: Oh, you shut your porky mouth, mister.
Eric: Well, then, it just stinks because, you know what? This is the first time we were ever like, you know, cool with each other. Man, why does he have to be such a hardass all the time?
Kitty: Oh, come on, Eric. That's how he expresses himself. That's how he's always expressed himself. Your father yells at you because he cares.
Eric: Yeah, right. Well, if that's true, then... Then...
Red: [imaginary] "Stand up straight." "You're a dumbass." "You call this a report card?" "Hands above the covers."
Eric: Huh. I guess he really, really cares.
Kitty: And... if not, you're moving out soon.