"Yeah, this never happens."
"...then all repeats, week, after week, and after week"
"Not to brag, but this tastes exactly like last Wednesday's, and I've got this recipe dialed in!"
Lola: "What are you doing?"
Lincoln: Self-hypnosis. Maybe I can make myself believe the wienerschnitzel tastes like ice cream."
"That was close. I almost had to order us pizza."
"Why do you make goulash on Thursdays?"
"You're right. That is a funny story. Gotta go!"
"Good work, team! If my calculations are correct, Dad should be ordering pizza in... T minus 15 seconds."
"An orange? Where's all my goulash stuff? I know I bought it, 'cause I was singing about it! Dang it! I guess I'll have to..."
"Well, my horoscope did say Libras should expect the unexpected today."
"Bad news, kids. I gotta put the kibosh on tonight's goulash."
"Big Cheese to Toppings. Target is in position. Move out."
"Where the heck is our can opener?"
"Thank you, Geo. Nothing like a little Lynn-genuity."
"Where are the dang knives? I've got 20 hot dogs to slice!"
"I'll just heat 'er up in the old coffee pot. That's using the old bean."
"I'm proud of you guys. It was touch-and-go for a while, but we all hung in there, and-"
"Someone get me the phone..."
"Wow, what a night. Maybe next week we can get Dad to order Chinese."
"Does anyone have anything to say?"
"Leni, why would you hide the meat in the slippers Dad wears every night?"
Lincoln says they sabotaged dinner
"You guys have no idea how hard it is to cook seven nutritious meals a week for 13 different people on a budget."
Rita: "I'd say your dad does a pretty great job."
Lynn Sr.: Aw, that means a lot, honey."
"You'll understand someday when you have to cook for your own family."
"Let us make dinner tomorrow night. We have tons of ideas. Dad will get a break, we'll make something delicious and show you it's not that hard to mix up the meal."
"Ooh! We could probably use this onion."
Lori: "We'll do a potluck. Everyone will make their own dish."
Lincoln: "Great idea. Then we'll have nothing to fight about." Until...
They do have something to fight about.
"I need it for my scrambly eggs!"
"Well, I need it for my deviled eggs."
Lynn Sr.: "Guys? Everything okay in there?"
"You guys, we've got nothing!"
"We'll never complain about your cooking again."
"I'm not keeping that promise."
"Now that dinner is totally ruined, can we order pizza?"
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