(a colossal roll of her eyes like she's still in high school and dad's being unfair—)

Listen, grab an armful and quit bitchin' about it, then. We'll shove 'em out the airlock. (hands on flaring hips, totally ramping up the sass.) Not everything is as big a deal as you make it out to be. I mean, if it was? We'd all be dead—

...

—er.