Rose: Well, the Indian cries out from his heart. That's the worst kind of cry.
Linda: My father's a surgeon. That's physiologically impossible. How can we be drawn into the story if you're misrepresenting the facts.
Dorothy: Honey, it's a make-believe, scary camp out story.
Linda: Ooh, real scary.
Dorothy: You want scared, kid? You keep it up.
Linda: My mother's a lawyer. Threaten me again and I'll own your house.
Dorothy: Your father's a doctor, your mother's a lawyer. What are you, one of the Cosby kids?