Die, Mommie, Die!2003

Sol Sussman:
[At the dinner table: Lance is toying with his soup, blowing on spoonfuls of it, but not actually eating it. Sol looks on, increasingly annoyed] Lance, just DRINK the goddamned soup!

Lance Sussman:
Sorry, daddy.

Angela Arden:
[Addressing Lance in a "secret language," apparently understood only by she and Lance. Subtitles provide the translation] I don't blame you. The soup stinks.

Lance Sussman:
[Replying in the same "secret language"] It smell like dirty socks.

Angela Arden:
[Again using the "secret language"] Bootsie cuts your dad's socks up and throws them in the soup.

Sol Sussman:
[Angela and Lance chuckle over their secret joking. Sol, enraged, gets up and lunges at Lance] God DAMMIT! You eat normal, or we're gonna' shut you away in an institution!

Lance Sussman:
No, daddy, don't...

Angela Arden:
How dare you speak to your son like that!

Sol Sussman:
I'm ashamed to have such a son.

Angela Arden:
[Contemptuously] The "great man"! The "conscience" of the Industry! How about a little sympathy and tolerance for your own family?

Sol Sussman:
I have NO sympathy for you, baby. And none for him, either. [Sol glares pointedly at Lance]

Sol Sussman:
My son, the Loser!

Lance Sussman:
YOU'RE the Loser! The FLOP!

Angela Arden:
[Enraged, Sol slaps Lance across the face and Lance gets up and runs out of the room. Angela gets up and looks after Lance in dismay] Lance...

Sol Sussman:
[All the commotion has upset the family's twin Pekinese dogs, whose noisy barking can be heard in the background. This enrages Sol even more] Monsters! They get put to sleep tomorrow! Sit down, Angela... SIT DOWN!