DAD: Yeah? Don't count on it.
SON: Why not?
DAD: Because the Volkswagen Beetle was used by the Nazis. I would not be comfortable driving around in one. So, don't drive it. I will.
DAUGHTER: Dad, I have to go.
DAD: No, you don't.
DAUGHTER: Yes, I do. I really do.
DAD: We just stopped!
DAUGHTER: The bathroom was too gross.
DAD: Well, can't you hold it in?
DAUGHTER: I can't! It's an emergency.WIFE:
Honey, there's a restaurant.DAD: That's three miles down and then back. We lose ten minutes. So what? Your daughter has to go to the bathroom.
DAUGHTER: Please stop, Dad.
DAD: All right. Jason, look back there for an empty jar.
DAUGHTER: A jar? Girls don't pee in jars.
DAD: All right, sorry. Jason, we're gonna need a jar and a funnel.
DAUGHTER: Dad, I don't have to pee. It's number two!
DAD: Sorry, I can't stop.
DAUGHTER: Dad, I'm prairie-dogging it.
DAD: What does that mean?
DAUGHTER: Like when a prairie dog sticks his head in and out of the ground.
DAD: I do not want to picture that.
(Later on down the road...)
DAD: Where am I?
DAUGHTER: Wow! A Barbie Museum! Can we stop?
DAD: Sorry, Kimmy. We have a plan, and we're gonna stick to the plan.
DAUGHTER: Please, Daddy. Please, please, please, please, please.
SON: Hey, hey! - It's not fair.
DAUGHTER: We never get to stop anywhere I want to.
DAD: I'm sure Jason doesn't want to go to the Barbie Museum.
SON: You kiddin'? I'll stop anywhere. I'm wiggin' out back here.
WIFE: You need to pull over and stop to give the kids a break.
DAD: Yeah, okay, maybe on the way back.
WIFE: Stop the car.
DAD: I can't do that.
WIFE: We all need to stop the car.
DAD: No can do.
WIFE: You need to stop the car.
DAD: No!
WIFE: Stop the car!
DAD: Okay, fine, but five minutes.
KIDS TOGETHER: Wow! The Barbie Museum!
INSIDE THE DOOR TO THE MUSEUM, VIDEO PLAYING ALOUD, SKINHEADS WATCHING INTENTLY:
"...Klaus Barbie...sometimes known as the Butcher of Lyons. Let the Jew revisionists talk about their death camps...and so-called crimes against humanity. This museum is lovingly dedicated to the Klaus Barbie that nobody knows. The husband, the devoted father, the wine connoisseur...and three-time ballroom dancing champion..."