(At the diner table of the Possibles)
Jim: Why didn't you beat him up?
Kim: I'm not gonna beat up a guy just because he's using to much power!
Tim: Well, you could've kicked him!
Kim: I left him some pamphlets!
Mr. Possible: Well, all you kids could stand to turn off a few lights.
(Mrs. Possible comes in with a serving plate that has a lid on)
Mrs. Possible: Dinner! (she removes the lid, and we see something looking like a brain) Tadaa!
Kim: (sickened) Mom! Is that...
Jim: ...brain! Cool!
Tim: I want a lobe.
Mr. Possible: Boys! Please.
Jim: Sorry! May I please have a slice of steaming human brain?
Kim: First Ron, now my family. Have everyone lost their... (Mrs. Dr. Possible slices the brainish meal) That... is so gross!
Mrs. Possible: Kimmie. It's just meatloaf. I'm making it for the neuro surgeon's pot luck. Thought I'd try it on you guys first.
Mr. Possible: Kudos on the realism! Huh, uncanny! (to Kim) So... what's up with Ronald? Something you want to talk about?
Kim: Yeah. I guess I should be talking to him. May I be excused? (Kim exits the kitchen)
Mrs. Possible: I'll save you a plate, honey. (to Jim and Tim) Boys, left hemisphere or right?