Richard Carpenter: Hey give me the pizza.
Karen Carpenter: No it's my pizza.
Richard Carpenter: Come on.
Karen Carpenter: Richard, I.
Richard Carpenter: She said I'm in charge.
Karen Carpenter: Yeah, but not of this. Give me it back.
Richard Carpenter: Come on. I'm doing you a favor. In 10 or 20 years Mom and Dad are going to let you date and I don't want you to get fat.
Agnes Carpenter: Karen, you're not eating. You look too thin, if you ask me.
Karen Carpenter: Mother, how can anybody be too thin?