Films — Live-Action
Betsy Heron: Where's Cady?
Chip Heron: She went out.
Betsy: She's grounded.
Chip: Are they not allowed out when they're grounded?
Chip Heron: She went out.
Betsy: She's grounded.
Chip: Are they not allowed out when they're grounded?
"It took me three years to put it together. And you know what? I'm already sick of it after two months. I can't eat the food, there are skid marks on my toga, and I have plantar fasciitis from walking around on these stone floors. What is the point of my life?" He looked at Quentin furiously, as if he actually expected an answer, as if Quentin were concealing it from him. "Would someone tell me that, please? Because I have no idea, none!"
Alice glared at her father like he'd just killed her pet. Quentin stayed perfectly still, as if that meant that Alice's father, like a dinosaur, couldn't see him. They all three sat in awkward silence for a long beat. Then he stood up: "Gratias - and good night!" He tossed the train of his toga over his shoulder and strode out of the room. The marionettes click-clacked on the stone floor as they mopped up the spilled wine he left behind.
"That's my dad!" Alice said loudly, and rolled her eyes as if she expected a laugh track to kick in behind her. None did.
"Hurdy hurdy hurr, That's our father. He's an idiot."
— The Mysterious Mr. Enter summing up the trope in nearly all forms of media.
"I have raised three kids, and one husband."
— Nicole Watterson, The Amazing World of Gumball
