[This quote is long, so read below. The scene: A dad attempts to "bond with" and/or rewire his obviously gay teenage son in a ski lodge. Poor kid.]

Dad: "There are a lot of cute girls here. You want me to point them out to you?" Pained silence from son, who just eats his lunch behind sunglasses, waiting for this nightmare to pass. Dad: "You know what you oughtta do on this trip? Gobble up a girl! You want me to fight them off for you?" Silence. Dad: "I'm gonna go bar-hopping with Marty and the guys, you wanna come? I bet you could meet a ton of girls. We could get one of those little bottles of alcohol and sneak it in so you can drink too." Son: "And where would you get one of these little bottles of alcohol?" Dad: "They sell them at the liquor store for just this purpose!" Son: "What purpose? For children?"