Julie Brody: Gordie, sit down. We're having roast beef.
Gord: Why do you guys always have roast beef?
Daddy: Boo-hoo. Little Lord Fauntleroy's tummy hurts because there's too much roast beef in it.
Gord: This is boring. [Opens bag, pulls out a chicken sandwich] I wanna eat a chicken sandwich.
Daddy: No, you're not!
Gord: This is crazy. I'm a 28-year-old man, I should be able to eat a chicken sandwich if I want.
Daddy: He's 28 years old and he can eat a chicken sandwich. Very Impressive. Mike Fitzgibbon's son is a nuclear physicist, and my son can eat a chicken! [Grabs chicken sandwich, throws it to the dogs]
Julie Brody: Jim, no!
Daddy: [ignoring his wife's plea] Now you can either eat that goddamn roast beef, or you can go to bed. [Gord goes to bed] Good.