Lincoln is trying to eat his dinner...
...but he's having a hard time doing so.
"I vant to suck your blood!"
How about Lincoln's, Lola?
"It's not right. My five older sisters get to sit at the grownup table with Mom and Dad, while I'm stuck here with my five younger sisters."
"Listen to the broccoli screaming, Lincoln! LISTEN TO IT!"
Preparing for a food fight.
"So, I said to the Prime Minister, "Two breads are better than one!"
"To Lincoln! He puts the 'grown-up' in 'grown-up table'."
Lincoln claims that he doesn't belongs at the kiddie table.
"You really think they're gonna let you?"
Sorry. Request denied, by laughing.
"Maybe I shouldn't have used the razor Mom shaves her legs with."
"Now comes phase two: ..."
"This is the grown-up table simulator."
"Don't worry, beautiful. I'll share my buns with you."
"A...candid picture of Lori?"
"You're making great strides, Lincoln. You feel it? Keep it up! You got heart, kid!"
"I think my work here is done. Ready for the grownup table, big guy?"
"Did Napoleon have a Napoleon complex?"
"I've thought about it, and I really don't belong here."
"I think I should go back to the kiddie table."
"You can never go back, bro!"
"You're one of us now. A grownup."
"Better start working on those taxes, Lincoln!"
