Dad (whenever he fixed breakfast and burnt the toast, which was usually): "Go ahead and eat it. It'll put hair on your chest." Or anything I was a little suspicious of: "It's good for what ails you." Actually, he wasn't that bad a cook. But fortunately, Mom did most of the cooking.

Mom: "You're not going out looking like that, are you!??" Applied to both my sisters and me.

Don Firth