Tina, you're on the grill.
My crotch is itchy.
Eww...!
Okay... are you telling me as my daughter or as my grill cook?
Umm... As...
Because my grill cook would never tell me that.
[downcast] Oh.
Also, my daughter should probably not say anything like that to me. Tell her, tell your mom.
[turns to Linda] My crotch is itchy.
C'mere, let me see.
[as Gene and Louise crowd around Tina] Linda! Not now.
No, let's all see it!
No!












