Osmosis Jones2001

Shane:
I'm not going.

Frank:
You're not going where, hon?

Shane:
To Buffalo. I'm not going.

Frank:
Honey, I'm- we're all packed. Buffalo's gonna be a blast.

Shane:
I'm going camping with my friends. You're welcome to join us.

Frank:
Well, I don't think-

Shane:
I'd really like you to come.

Frank:
No. No, no. No, no, no, I- You don't want me huffing and puffing after you. If you want to go camping, Okay, I'll-- I know I can get uncle Bob to go with me in Buffalo. [lays down on couch]

Shane:
[frustrated] I'm tired of this! It's not fair! I go where you want to go, I eat what you want to eat. Don't you ever think of anyone other than yourself?

Frank:
I think about you all the time.

Shane:
Were you thinking about me when you packed me a fried Slim Jim sandwich for lunch?

Frank:
Yeah, it was a turkey Slim Jim!

Shane:
You know, dad, maybe if you and mom listened to me a little more and took better care of yourselves, maybe she'd still be here.

Frank:
Will you knock off that hamburger talk? Come here, honey. Hey... [Shane sits next to him] your mom died... because she got sick.

Shane:
And how do you think you get sick?

Frank:
Germs.

Shane:
It's the way you eat. [Shane rolls her eyes and sighs frustratingly; leaves room]