Malcom: Plunkett! I would rather walk into town in this suit of armor and spend a night in a stable, then to spend one more second in this hellhole.
Peter Plunkett: All I wanted to be was happily useless, you made me miserably useless.
Mrs. Plunkett: Your father's so worried, he's tearing his hair out.
Peter Plunkett: Mother, father has been dead for a decade.
Mrs. Plunkett: And what about your grandmother? How do you think she feels?
Peter Plunkett: Mother, grandmother is dead too.
Mrs. Plunkett: She's still upset.
Sharon: My love, my reason for dying.
Answer: She was referring to his penis, suggesting that it was larger than average.
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