Preston: I'm gonna be 18. If I wanna go to Europe, I'll go to Europe.
Lynette: Well, good luck paying for it, because if you so much as apply for a passport, we're cuttin' you off.
Preston: Cut off from the mighty scavo family fortune? Oh, no!
Lynette: Tom, why didn't you help me out there?
Tom: Because I agree with him.
Lynette: What?
Tom: Well, he's young. He should be having fun. I mean, look--look at me. I'm a middle-aged man reading the want ads for jobs that I'll never get. I should've gone to Europe when I had the chance.
Lynette: Hey, focus. Our son is throwing his life away. We have got tokeep him on track.
Tom: What is so great about the track? I was on it. I did everything I was supposed to. It chewed me up and spit me out.
Lynette: I know you're discouraged, but letting our son make a huge mistake is not gonna help anything.
Tom: Even if it is a huge mistake, you got to let people make some decisions about their own life. Your way is not the only way.
Lynette: I am just trying to help Preston avoid the way marked "unemployable loser."
Tom: Fine. What do you want me to do?
Lynette: I want you to get this stupid Europe idea out of his head. Take him on a tour of the campus. Get him excited. Show him college could be fun.
Tom: Sure. And on the way home, I'll show my college diploma to the guy at the burger barn. Yeah. They're hiring a new fry cook for the night shift.
Lynette: If you're really stopping by there, bring home some onion rings.
Juanita: Mommy, what are you doing?
Gabrielle: We're going to a family reunion at aunt connie's on Saturday, and I want tolook my best.
Juanita: Is it gonna be fun?
Gabrielle: Well, if your idea of a good time is sitting on rusty lawn chairs in the driveway, eating lard in the shape of chicken, then yeah! It's gonna be a blast.
Juanita: The driveway?
Gabrielle: Honey, you're 6 now, so I think it's time we had a little mother/daughter talk. Your father's side of the family's trash, any questions?
