Baby: I don't know why I married you! (hits Earl with a frying pan, the pan breaks)
Fran: Oh no! Well, maybe we can glue back together.
Earl: No, the last time we did, I couldn't get my hat off.
Charlene: Isn't that the 4th pan he's broken this month?
Robbie: I count 5.
Earl: 6 if you count the wok.