Jack: Good, I'm starved. 

Dad: (Sniffs the air) Leg of lamb. . .and rosemary potatoes?

Mom: You have a nose like a bloodhound. 

Jack: Then I do, too, 'cause I inherited Dad's nose. 

Mom: (Winks at Jack, to show she's teasing) Unfortunately.

Dad: (Teasing back) Don't go there, Denise.  It's Father's Day.  Be nice.

Mom: Must I?
           
Dad: Yes, you must.

Mom: OK, I'll be nice to you until midnight.  Tomorrow I'm back on my broomstick.

Dad: You're about the prettiest witch I know.

Mom: I'm not sure how to take that!

Dad: It's a compliment!

Mom: Sure it is.

Dad notices Jack staring off in space, thinking about the whole adoption thing.     
         
Dad: What's going on in that brilliant mind of yours, pal? (To Mom) He also inherited my brilliant mind.

Mom: Of course he did.  And he inherited your modesty, too. (Exits.  On her way out she says) Your turn to set the table, Jack.

Dad: You look worried, pal.

Jack: I just thought of something. . .

Dad: What?

Jack: Since you're adopted…" (Hesitates for a second, then blurts out) I'm not a Bennett!

Dad: (Nods slowly) That's right.  You're not a Bennett, and neither am I.

Jack: Can you find out where your real family is?

Dad: Probably not.

Jack: Do you even want to?

Dad: Not really.