Me: (sings)
Me: You know what song I was singing?
Dad: That was singing?
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Iris: I can bring some of the Halloween candy for my coworkers.
Dad: (in Chinese) Don’t bring it for other people, what if it’s poisoned? Then you’ll get accused of (in English) mur-der.
Dad: Me, the cat and this hot water kettle are all losing our memories.
Me: Daaaaad… (holds him, makes a sad noise)
Dad: (in Chinese) Wtf man, you’re twenty-something, get it together.
(At a terrible dim sum restaurant)
Dad: You can bring your white friends here.
Dad: (turns on light) Hah! What are you doing?
Me: Dancing.
Dad: Clear the table.
(watching TV)
Dad: (in Chinese) This group of women is so damn thirsty.
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