Okay, I love my dad.
I am my father's daughter in more ways than one.
We don't always quite agree on what constitutes a good movie.
I'm watching Pride and Prejudice with my mom, and my brother had some friends over.
One of his friends - who shall for our purposes be called 'John' - came in from playing outside and just stared at the TV.
The following conversation ensued:
John: What is this?
Me: Pride and Prejudice.
Enter the Dadster. (That's not what we call him, but I'm fairly sure he won't object to that title.)
John: >defuddled face<
Dad: You know those movies they make you watch in Hell? That's one of 'em.
John: . . . Oh.