> You know, Samantha, I have long made peace with the fact that Lucas likes the company of other men. No man would look you in the eyes and say that he's straight while wearing such small shirts. Besides, we still have Naser to give us grandchildren and preserve the bloodline. What I can't wrap my head around is what our son sees in a glorified ape. Aren't there plenty of handsome pterosaurs at his school? Right now, I could settle with just about anything else, even a trigger or that pink raptor who smells like ketamine... Actually, let me invite that Quetzacoatlus and his son for dinner.
> *phone tapping*
> HOOOONK!
> Hello, Hank, it's Ripley. I've been talking about making it up to you for a while now, so how about you and the kid... Blair, right? How about you and Blair come over for dinner this Sunday?
> HONK! HONK!