The Smith-Sanchez family all came out from a theater production of Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera, which was playing off-off Broadway. They all began walking to the car.
"Ugh. That sucked!" said Rick, "Andrew Lloyd Webber is nothing but a hack. The main theme song was totally ripped from Pink Floyd's Echoes and he didn't even include the Persian who was in the novel."
"I'm just confused as to why anyone would find this romantic?" said Summer, "I mean, it's all about a guy who goes around murdering people and holding the main female lead hostage."
"The stage production was good though." said Morty.
"Well I know for one thing; your mother loves these kinds of musicals." said Jerry, "Isn't that right, Honey."
"Oh Jerry, it was sweet of you to take us." said Beth.
The family got to the car. As they were buckling their seat belts, Beth turned to her daughter.
"Now Summer, just because we took you out to see that play, it doesn't mean you're off the hook from detention tomorrow."
"I know, Mom." said Summer, rolling her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady. You were caught skipping math class to go huff enamel. You're lucky you didn't get a suspension or got expelled from school."
"Well what about you with your drinking or Grandpa Rick with his addiction problems, like those snorting crystals?" asked Summer.
"Hey, I NEEDED those crystals to power my weapons." said Rick.
"But mostly you were just going to snort them, right?"
"Correct."
"Just because I and your grandfather both have addiction problems, doesn't excuse you from doing drugs too. You're going to detention and that's that." said Beth.
"Fine." sighed Summer.