Dad: No trains for you!
Dad: no trains, no buses, no trips, and No internal flights!!!!
Pinkie: emmm yeah? Now what!!?
Dad: well, i don’t know, but everything about you screams “Look at me! Shoot me!”
Dad: don’t scream at me! look at you! skirts, and this weird black eyeliner pen, and blonde hair, and colorful bags and a silly high pitch voice, and you walk like you’re dancing… totally nuts! of course anyone would want to shoot you!
Pinkie: You NEVER make sense!
Dad: it’s a good thing they didn’t shoot you on that train to Alex last month!
Pinkie: that was two months ago! and my dress was long.. kind of
Dad: Pfffft yeah right! boarding a train with a nice denim dress that covers the knees and heels… SO NOT ATTRACTIVE! No trains!
Pinkie: It’s ok… I’ll just drive whenever i want to
Dad (loosing it): NOOOOOO
Pinkie: why are we talking about this?
Dad: coz u look nice today, and your skirt is short, and everyone looks at you, and i hate how everyone looks at you.. they might just arrest you to look at you
Pinkie: But mummy says i’m fat, and so do you, so they wouldn’t want to shoot a pink little pig no?
Dad: well you are chubby… but ur still pretty
Pinkie: Yeah whatever! en tout cas, je porte des collants, opaques, et NOIR
Dad: you’re grounded
Pinkie: I’m 23 you can’t ground me
Pinkie: I have a date, I have work, and you can’t ground me
Pinkie: What did i do?!!!
Dad: you don’t have a date, and you will be home by 7:00pm
Pinkie: i finish work 10:30pm
Dad: NO SKIRTS Pinkie: shorts?
Dad: go to your room
Pinkie: I’m eating…
Dad: ok… so you said you had a date?
Pinkie: i did? well em no, i don’t
Dad: with who?
Pinkie: well he never confirmed… so no date
Dad: WHO? WHO? WHO?
Pinkie: DAD stop it! Shit, mum’s here, she’ll see us with the pasta…
Dad: let’s hide in the kitchen! run run! (And of they scurry away like little mice to the kitchen… with mouthfuls of pasta… and guilty grins.. only to be found later fighting over the haircolor, the perfume,the nails, etc.etc.etc.)