Blossom: Why can’t we all be together once in awhile? Why can’t we be some sort of a family, like other people? Why can’t we? Why can’t we? Why can’t we?
Barrie: I didn’t know you felt this way about it. I suspect it’s all my fault.
Blossom: You’re alright, Dad. Why can’t you be like this all the time?
Barrie: It seems simple enough, doesn’t it? Somehow what we mean to be and what we are, are quite different.