Alyse: So I hope you two know that I expect you to do well at this new school.

Both: Yes, Mother.

Alyse: Garret, I did not move my political campaign to this tiny, back-water town just so you could goof off. You will devote yourself to your studies and socializing can come second. Am I understood?

Garret: Yes, ma’am.

Alyse: And Kaylee, dear, I expect you to wear the clothes I bought you, not your brother’s hand-me-downs. It’s unbecoming for such a pretty face to be stuck in those threadbare dungarees.

Kaylee: [sigh, grumbling] I happen to like these clothes mom. I’m comfortable in them. And no one’s called these ‘dungarees’ since the last century. 

Alyse: [ignoring her daughter’s words] do work on your elocution, Kaylee. I can hardly understand you these days. Do I need to set up an appointment with a speech pathologist?

Kaylee: No, ma’am.