Major Dad1989

Maj. John D. 'Mac' McGillis:
Robin problem - run it down.

Elizabeth Cooper McGillis:
Robin's a surfboard, she wants to be a turtle.

Maj. John D. 'Mac' McGillis:
I don't know what that means.

Elizabeth Cooper McGillis:
You wouldn't, you're old. [stands up and walks around] You see, when a girl reaches a certain age, she's either a surfboard [rubs his back] or a turtle [picks at the shirt on his back] Snap, snap.

Maj. John D. 'Mac' McGillis:
Ah huh. And Robin wants to be...

Elizabeth Cooper McGillis:
Turtle.

Maj. John D. 'Mac' McGillis:
Snap, snap.

Elizabeth Cooper McGillis:
Dad.

Maj. John D. 'Mac' McGillis:
Elizabeth, I don't want to pry or anything, but... ahhh... has Robin developed anything snap worthy?

Elizabeth Cooper McGillis:
Well, it doesn't matter. Every girl in Robin's class wears one and if you don't you get teased.

Maj. John D. 'Mac' McGillis:
How?

Elizabeth Cooper McGillis:
They call you a surfboard. Look, major, if you're embarrsed about it...

Maj. John D. 'Mac' McGillis:
- No! No, no, no

Elizabeth Cooper McGillis:
No, I mean - it's okay; Robin can suffer 'til mom gets back.

Maj. John D. 'Mac' McGillis:
Well, she doesn't have to. I'm, I'm mom tonight.

Elizabeth Cooper McGillis:
Ah, nice try, but I think Robin needs a different kind of mom.

Maj. John D. 'Mac' McGillis:
Oh, yeah? Well, what kind?

Elizabeth Cooper McGillis:
One without facial hair.

Maj. John D. 'Mac' McGillis:
Look, if I - if Robin and I face this thing square on and, ah, talk straight and take action, I think we'll be just fine. [walks out of the kitchen and to Robin sitting on the living room couch] So, understand we need a brassiere. [in a commanding tone; Robin gets a look of shock on her face and runs away]