Babs Is Allergic to Riley

Fight for Riley, sorry. William's ending fans, Riley. And for the ladies and gentlemen. And for the ladies and gentlemen. If there is one thing more than any other that Chester Riley demands of his children, it is obedient.

Strict, unquestioning obedient to his slightest command. This has been Riley's guiding principle in raising his son and daughter. And the results of this stern discipline are evident as witnesses seem to be taking place between Riley and his daughter, Ben.

I'll look bad. I don't want no arguments. You ought to know me by now. When I tell you to do something, you do it. No, I just won't. Now listen, Beth, if you know what's good for you...

No, you're trying to scare me. Not a child anymore. You can't fight me with old witches the way you're used to. I don't need an old witch. I've got your mother. Whoo! I mean... You'll make her a baby. Go on, Peg. Make her stay in tonight.

Oh, but, Buddy, if she's got a baby... I'm a rain killer to break it. It ain't every night my foreman's nephew comes to visit us. Why do I have to entertain your foreman's nephew? Because this may mean a promotion for me in a raid.

I'm not going to break my date. Oh, he'd rather see me a failure. Grewt, huh? Well, Peg, that's a fine daughter you presented me with. That's right. Blame it all on me. Is that a way for a girl to act?

Other girls help out their own man. Look at Margaret Truman. She goes out and sings just so she can bring a few extra bucks the house. They don't even have to pay rent for their place. Believe me, I need help more than her father does. I could get fired tomorrow. His job's good for at least another two years.