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| Well, son, I know you're dependent upon us for food, shelter, and work, but we have to turn you out of our house. | |
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| But Dad! I thought you loved me in spite of my physical disabilities and un-Amish geekhood. | |
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| You're a useless cripple, son. You can't raise a barn, much less an erection. You're useless. You're damned to hell. | |
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| Have you no godly piety? No charity in your heart? | |
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| We're living in the 16th century, not the 21st. We still burn witches and expose our newborns on the hills to die. Get real. As a matter of fact, get out of here. | |
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