Lysol: Ewwww! I can't believe you're doing that! Why? Why? That is so disgusting! STOP THAT! AND MAKE SURE YOU WASH YOUR HANDS!!!
Formula 409: You can stop shouting at me any time now.
Lysol: But did you see what you were doing? GROSS!!! THAT MAKES ME WANT TO BARF!
Formula 409: STOP SHOUTING AT ME!
Father: What's going on here?
Lysol: Dad, Formula 409 is SO GROSS!!
Formula 409: I AM NOT!
Lysol: You were brushing your teeth while you were going to the bathroom!! I can't believe you're related to me.
Father: Lysol, you need to stop being the hygiene police.
Lysol: There have to be standards!! I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS!
Father: There is no need to shout at Formula 409, or me for that matter.
Lysol: Nobody cares about my feelings.
Father: Your feelings aren't really the issue here. It's more about treating people with respect.
Lysol: Did you see what Formula 409 did?
Father: Yes. But as long as it wasn't your toothbrush Formula 409 was using what do you care?
Lysol: I can't believe you're taking Formula 409's side!
Father: I'm not. I'm just asking you to use the Golden Rule. Treat others the way you want to be treated. There's a reason it's called the Golden Rule and not the Rusty Tin Rule. It's because it's a valuable tenet to live by.
Lysol: Well, excuse me. I just happen to care about hygiene.
Father: I can see that by the way you just threw your underwear on the floor of the bathroom. Right there. Isn't that yours?
Lysol: That's totally different!
Father: How?
Lysol: Because there aren't germs in my underwear!
