For years I’ve put up with your nonsense, cleaning up after you and slaving away while you came home to dinner and a spotless house. I’m done with it now. It’s time you understood who runs this home. With help from your gorgeous best friend, I moved everything out of the house and cars into my name. Everything belongs to me. You belong to me. From now on, what I say goes, and if you want even a little spending money, you’d better earn it through chores. What do you think you’re doing? I didn’t tell you to pick up the mop. I told you to use your tongue. You’ve got a lot of work ahead if you want that allowance. Oh, and did I mention we have company?