Ashton: Do we have to stand like this? I know she's your daughter but we look like brother and sister in this pose.
Rumer: How do you think this feels for me, Mama's Boy? It's embarrassing.
Demi: Shutup and smile you two.
Rumer: At least we can smile mother. Your face is like tempered glass -- dont crack it!
Ashton: Rumer, zip it. That's your mother.
Rumer: Ugh. You're giving me orders? Be gone, before someone drops a house on you too.
Demi: I'm going to knock your heads together. Shut. Up.
Rumer: Mom! He started it!
Demi: You're grounded.
Ashton: Heh.
Rumer: Oh my God this is so unfair. I hate you.
Demi: I wish you'd go live with your father and leave us alone. Besides, you look more like him anyway, Jaw McClane.
Ashton: Good one, Honey Bunches of Olay.
Demi: Shutup Jackass. My face feels tight again. Oil can. Oil can!
