Allison: What you got there, pumpkin?
Bridgette: It's a picture.
Allison: A picture of what?
Bridgette: Daddy's work.
(Allison looks at the picture, which shows a bomb dropping on houses with people running in all directions.)
Allison: Daddy's what?
Bridgette: His bomb. He and his friends are making it at work.
Joe: Bridg, I told you, Daddy is not making a bomb. Daddy is making an algorithmic microprocessor component, remember?
Bridgette: Whatever you say, who's going to tuck me in?