"Some people say it's hard to kill a living thing, and it is. So I play a little game. I imagine the bird doing terrible things, that it is a terrible person. I imagine that it's laid its dirty fingers on my precious daughter and then thrown her away like a used tissue."
— Mr Soap, Scary Go Round
Sarah: Don't ruin this for Rayyan.
Yasser: I'm her father. It's my job to ruin it for her.
"Well, we both learned a valuable lesson. You learnt that you can expand your horizons and grow. I learnt that if that involves short skirts and boys I'm not gonna like it."
— Richard Castle, Castle
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure as heck not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to assure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric staple gun and fasten your trousers securely in place around your waist.
Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I WILL kill you.
Rule Five: You may believe that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early."
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make YOU cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process which can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where parents, policemen, or nuns are not within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than a goose down parka zipped up to her chin. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay.
— Eight Simple Rules for Dating My Teenaged Daughter
If you have a son, you only have to worry about one swinging dick. But when you have a daughter, then you have to worry about every swinging dick in town.
— Texan Proverb
Maurrant: So she's got you headed the same way, has she? Goin' out nights with married men, huh?
Rose: You don't need to worry about me, Pop. I can take care of myself all right.
Maurrant: No daughter o' mine ain't gonna go that way. I seen too many o' those kind around the theayter.
Rose: Things are different nowadays, Pop. I guess maybe you don't realize that. Girls aren't the way they used to be—sort of soft and helpless. A girl nowadays knows how to look out for herself. But not her, Pop; she needs somebody to look after her.
Maurrant: Aw, can all that talk! You been listenin' to them Bolshevikis, that's the trouble. But I'm gonna keep you straight, by God, or I'll know the reason why.
Rose: I guess I've got a right to think about things for myself.
Maurrant: Yeah? Well, don't let me ketch that other bozo comin' around here either—that's all I got to say.
"Boy, look at me. You see that little girl right there? She's my only little girl, man. She's my life. So if you have any thoughts about hugging, or kissing, you remember these words: I ain't afraid to go back to prison."
"I'll hang you with my bare hands if you get close to my daughter! Hang you, I say!"
— Danbei Makiba, UFO Robo Grendizer
Just remember these two things: She's nineteen years old, and the 82nd Airborne works for me.
—President Josiah Bartlet, The West Wing
She has a crush on Christopher Robin. If I see that guy prowling around here, I'll shoot him with rock salt until he tastes different.
—Chris Onstad, current kid status for March 30, 2007
Guns don't kill people. Dads with pretty daughters kill people.
— Seen on a Fun T-Shirt
"Let me ask you something, sir. Wouldn't you have done what I did if you had found your daughter in a man's apartment?"
—O'Neill, The Moon Is Blue
"He'd have been quite justified in killing you. So would I, for that matter. There is no closed season for seducers. The unwritten law protects us fathers... I'll grant that if somebody would write it down, more people would know just where they stand—but the principle's sound. Man has the right to protect his daughter. Duty to protect her."
—David, The Moon Is Blue
"Come on in, boy, sit on down, and tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter, do ya, now? Yeah, we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl, her mama's world
She deserves respect, that's what she'll get, ain't it, son?
Now, y'all run along and some have some fun
I'll see when you get back, bet I'll be up all night
Still cleaning this gun"
—Rodney Atkins, "Cleaning This Gun (Come On In Boy)"
Penny: Momma, Daddy, can I go with my friends to the Hip-Hop Helicopter show?
Oscar: No, because I've seen that show and I know that boys will be there.
Trudy: Did you know that there are boys in church too?
Oscar: Fine, she can't go there either.
I'll tell you what would really age me fast: if I had a teenaged daughter. I don't think I could handle that. Because that would mean that teenaged boys would be coming around to my house. "Hi, Mr. Barry!" they'd say, with their cheerful, innocent young voices. "We're here to have sex with your daughter!"
No, of course they wouldn't come out and say that, but I know that's what they'd be thinking, because I was a teenaged boy once, and I was basically a walking hormone storm. I'm sure modern boys are no different. So if I had a teenaged daughter, and a boy came to my house, after somehow picking his way through the land mines in the lawn, I'd probably lunge through the screen door and strangle him right there ("Hi, Mr. Barry! Is Jennifer heAAAAAAAWWWWK").
You think I'm exaggerating, but I have male friends whose daughters are approaching puberty at speeds upwards of 700 miles per hour, and when you say the word "dating", my friends get a look in their eyes that makes Charles Manson look like Captain Kangaroo.
Dave Barry Turns 40