Gaige's Dad: Honey? What's going on in here?
Gaige: I'm just having a really bad day, dad!
Gaige's Dad: What's wrong?
Gaige: Marcie Holloway stole my robot, sold it to a fascist police force, and now she's gonna win the science fair with MY DESIGN!
Gaige's Dad: ...oh. You're gonna take that bitch down, right?
Gaige: I'm just having a really bad day, dad!
Gaige's Dad: What's wrong?
Gaige: Marcie Holloway stole my robot, sold it to a fascist police force, and now she's gonna win the science fair with MY DESIGN!
Gaige's Dad: ...oh. You're gonna take that bitch down, right?
(951): My mom just said we needed to put weed into our earthquake kit.
(319): My mom just set up beer pong in the dining room for family game night. and you ask why I'm still living at home.
(970): my dad just told me he wants a furry wall in the house... i'm proud and concerned
(678): My mom said that if she can come this weekend, she'll buy the weed.
Elliot: Uh, Dad? I need to borrow some money for clothes...
Elliot's Dad: Son, does this have anything to do with the fact that you've apparently been turned into a girl?
Elliot: Yes, sir.
Elliot's Dad: I see... how long are you stuck like this?
Elliot: Might be a month, sir.
Elliot's Dad: Hmmm... Well, I'll give you some money. But in the future I expect you to be more careful when playing with that friend of yours; something's not quite right with that boy.
Elliot: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Elliot's Mom: Oh, look at you! You're simply adorable!
Elliot: OW! Don't do that, Mom!
Elliot's Mom: I'll get the camera!
Elliot: No, Ma! Don't get the camera!
Elliot's Dad: Honey, stop encouraging him.
Elliot's Dad: Son, does this have anything to do with the fact that you've apparently been turned into a girl?
Elliot: Yes, sir.
Elliot's Dad: I see... how long are you stuck like this?
Elliot: Might be a month, sir.
Elliot's Dad: Hmmm... Well, I'll give you some money. But in the future I expect you to be more careful when playing with that friend of yours; something's not quite right with that boy.
Elliot: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Elliot's Mom: Oh, look at you! You're simply adorable!
Elliot: OW! Don't do that, Mom!
Elliot's Mom: I'll get the camera!
Elliot: No, Ma! Don't get the camera!
Elliot's Dad: Honey, stop encouraging him.
Marshall: You're gonna love the park buddy, it's a great place to meet chicks... or dudes... or both!
Lily: Oh, we're gonna love you no matter what.
Lily: Oh, we're gonna love you no matter what.
—Lily and Marshall, to their newborn son. How I Met Your Mother, "The Magician's Code"
Nick: Dad, I'm not worried I might be gay!
Diane: Honey, it's fine if you are.
Elliot: It's better.
Diane: Besides, you could do a lot worse than Andrew Glouberman.
Diane: Honey, it's fine if you are.
Elliot: It's better.
Diane: Besides, you could do a lot worse than Andrew Glouberman.
Lincoln: When mom picked me up from practice, I told her something, and I need to tell you too.
Lynn Sr.: Sounds important. Everything okay?
Lincoln: Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, but the truth is... I've been lying to you... about practice.
Lynn Sr.: What did you lie about? Are you not actually enjoying it?
Lincoln: No, no, I am! I really am, I promise! It's just... well... it's not actually dodgeball that I'm doing.
Lynn Sr.: Well, if it's not dodgeball, then what is it? Lincoln, you can tell me.
Lincoln: It's... gymnastics.
Lynn Sr.: Wait, that's it? [chuckles in relief] I thought you were going to say you were bullfighting, or involved in a street fighting ring!
Lincoln: Wait, so you're okay with it?
Lynn Sr.: Of course I am, Lincoln! What made you think I wouldn't be okay with it?
Lincoln: Well... it was mostly that I think the girls will tease me when they find out, but... at the same time I... I was worried that you would… think less of me.
Lynn Sr.: Lincoln, I could never think less of you. Why would you think that?
Lincoln: Well... I remember hearing Mrs. Rosato talk about how her husband's friends would've laughed at the idea, and Artie told me that his dad wasn't too happy when he eventually found out. I don't know, I just... I was afraid that... that you would...
Lynn Sr.: Lincoln... look at me. I don't know what your mother said when she told you, so you may or may not have heard what I'm about to say already, but I'm going to ask you one question, and I need you to be absolutely, one hundred percent honest with me, from the bottom of your heart. Do you enjoy doing gymnastics?
Lincoln: Absolutely. I don't know how to explain it, but I just feel such... energy, and it makes me feel... alive, I guess.
Lynn Sr. Then that's all I ever need to hear. Seriously, Lincoln, I'm not going to think less of you for something like this.
Lincoln: Really? Even if it's... well... not typical for a guy?
Lynn Sr.: Lincoln, you're in a family with a six-year-old who's into plumbing, a four-year-old PhD, an eight-year-old who holds funerals for pets, and your old man likes to bake cupcakes in a pink apron. When is anything we do typical?
Lincoln: I guess.
Lynn Sr.: Seriously, Lincoln, you should be proud about this. I know you're scared about what your sisters will think, so I won't bust your chops about it, but don't let them stop you from being happy about this.
Lincoln: [hugging Lynn Sr.] Thanks, Dad.
Lynn Sr.: Sounds important. Everything okay?
Lincoln: Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, but the truth is... I've been lying to you... about practice.
Lynn Sr.: What did you lie about? Are you not actually enjoying it?
Lincoln: No, no, I am! I really am, I promise! It's just... well... it's not actually dodgeball that I'm doing.
Lynn Sr.: Well, if it's not dodgeball, then what is it? Lincoln, you can tell me.
Lincoln: It's... gymnastics.
Lynn Sr.: Wait, that's it? [chuckles in relief] I thought you were going to say you were bullfighting, or involved in a street fighting ring!
Lincoln: Wait, so you're okay with it?
Lynn Sr.: Of course I am, Lincoln! What made you think I wouldn't be okay with it?
Lincoln: Well... it was mostly that I think the girls will tease me when they find out, but... at the same time I... I was worried that you would… think less of me.
Lynn Sr.: Lincoln, I could never think less of you. Why would you think that?
Lincoln: Well... I remember hearing Mrs. Rosato talk about how her husband's friends would've laughed at the idea, and Artie told me that his dad wasn't too happy when he eventually found out. I don't know, I just... I was afraid that... that you would...
Lynn Sr.: Lincoln... look at me. I don't know what your mother said when she told you, so you may or may not have heard what I'm about to say already, but I'm going to ask you one question, and I need you to be absolutely, one hundred percent honest with me, from the bottom of your heart. Do you enjoy doing gymnastics?
Lincoln: Absolutely. I don't know how to explain it, but I just feel such... energy, and it makes me feel... alive, I guess.
Lynn Sr. Then that's all I ever need to hear. Seriously, Lincoln, I'm not going to think less of you for something like this.
Lincoln: Really? Even if it's... well... not typical for a guy?
Lynn Sr.: Lincoln, you're in a family with a six-year-old who's into plumbing, a four-year-old PhD, an eight-year-old who holds funerals for pets, and your old man likes to bake cupcakes in a pink apron. When is anything we do typical?
Lincoln: I guess.
Lynn Sr.: Seriously, Lincoln, you should be proud about this. I know you're scared about what your sisters will think, so I won't bust your chops about it, but don't let them stop you from being happy about this.
Lincoln: [hugging Lynn Sr.] Thanks, Dad.
"Even when my son accidentally talks about the type of boy he likes, he looks so happy. As a mother, I thought that I would like to hear more about it."
—Tomoko, I Think Our Son Is Gay
Camila: Do you think this food is okay? Agh, I wish I knew how to make demon food for your friends. Would they, um... prefer to drink blood?
Luz: Mom.
Camila: Ay, I'm sorry. I'm just saying, if we need to find a way, we'll find a way!
Luz: Mom.
Camila: Ay, I'm sorry. I'm just saying, if we need to find a way, we'll find a way!
— The Owl House, "Thanks to Them"
