Daughter: "I love how the cheap Monet posters here are juxtaposed against the whittled wood Last Supper"
Father: "That's actually the last breakfast. Lots of people don't know that but when they paid for the room, they got the whole day."
"John wanted to get the salsa but Matthew stopped him"
"That's right, because they charge for it here."
"This coffee is my blood, this raisin toast my body."
"Get on this side of the table if you want to be in the picture"
"Smile, boys, here comes the whittler!"