The Venture Bros.

Ben:
Dean, calm down, will ya? You're taking this all wrong.

Dean:
Wrong?! You're telling me I'm a clone! That I'm not even Dean, that I'm some stupid science experiment! How do you want me to take it?!

Ben:
No, come on. No, no, no. You're Dean, there's no other Dean. You're it, flesh and blood. Look, I was conceived in the backseat of a Packard. You were conceived in a tank. So what?

Dean:
So I have no mommy, no nothing?!

Ben:
Dean, you have it all wrong. You have a mommy, and your dad is your dad. They made you by getting drunk and forgetting to wear a condom, like everybody else. And your dad loved you so much that when you got a boo-boo, he kissed it and made it better and made it go away.

Dean:
You brought me back to life!

Ben:
Yeah, okay. Well, you and your brother had some pretty big boo-boos.

Dean:
I'm freaking Frankenstein...I mean, Frankenstein's monster...whatever. You can't play God!

Ben:
Will you knock it off? We didn't make you from a lotus flower, Dean. We made you from you.

Dean:
It's just...it's just so wrong!

Ben:
Have a kid one day, Dean. Hold its lifeless body in your arms, and then tell me how wrong it is. Your grandpap and I perfected genetic engineering because God or whatever gave us a perfect map to do so. Jonas, me, and, yes, your dad saw it as nothing more than a f***ing Band-Aid for a really big boo-boo. Hey, you...you want a beer?

Dean:
I think I do.

Ben:
Don't tell your dad.