Michael: She's a kid. You can't disembowel her toys.
Eleanor: Fine. New plan. You casually mention that you're rich and seduce Donna. When she goes for you, it will prove that this whole thing is a sham. First things first, do you have a penis?
Michael: I will not seduce Donna. For one thing, I could never do that to my pal, Dave. It goes against the architect's code. Also, your mother seems happy here.
Eleanor: The Donna I know wouldn't be caught dead in this suburban boredom factory. She's scamming them. Look, believe me, don't believe me. I don't care. I'm gonna prove it.
Michael: Young lady, you will stop this nonsense, go to the PTA meeting and support your mother. I won't hear another word about it.
Eleanor: What the hell was that?
Michael: Well, I was going for the "stern but, you know, caring dad" vibe. No? Didn't work?
Eleanor: No, not even close... like, not in the ballpark.
Michael: I was trying something, Eleanor. Give me a break.