Vivian: What did the doctor say?
Philip: Everything's fine. Well, he was a little worried about my weight.
Ashley: Do you realize you're eating about a million grams of fat?
Philip: Oh, thank you, honey.
Ashley: I'm serious, Daddy. I'm not gonna sit here and watch you eat yourself into an early grave.
Philip: Okay, then you're excused.
Ashley: Fine. [takes Uncle Phil's plate]
Philip: Hey.
Vivian: Ashley, what are you doing?
Ashley: Something you all should've done a long time ago.