Me: My son totaled another car. Progressive: I see that you insure 3 teen sons? M: yes P: *covers phone* HEY GUYS, WE'RE GOING TO ARUBA!

You know it's not believable when six people rob a bank in a movie if you've ever tried to organize a dinner for six people.

*wakes up to wife and son screaming* me: What are you guys yelling about? them: YOU'RE DRIVING

Cop: Know why I stopped you? The dead guy in my trunk? Cop: Um, speeding, but my shift's over, so proper burial and no more murders. Ok?