We're so awful

So I'm watching Return of the King with mom and Noah. At the point where the moth appears to Gandalf, we began an interesting discussion that ended up being something akin to MST3K:

Noah: "What's up with the moth?"
Mom: "The eagles represent America, and the moth represents you!"
Me: "I thought the moth was Canada!!"
Mom: "No, it might be a bat. Or, what's that thing called... A tidbit?!"
Me: "No, a sugar glider."
Mom: "Yeah, a tidbit bat!"
Noah: "That's what they call moths in the middle ages?"

Me: "Where'd the tidbit go?"
Mom: "Where's a tidbit when you need it?!"

Noah: "How can something that fat run that fast?"
Mom: "Well, it's fleeing wrath."

Me: "And then Sauron was like 'Uh oh! Uh oh!'"
Me: "'I'll just close my eye and it'll all go away!'"

Me: "Lava's not that hot! It's just a little muggy, that's all!"
Mom: "It's not the heat, it's the humidity!"

Mom: "Here comes Marissa's Scooby Doo ending!"
Me: "No, don't you remember? This is the Star Wars ending! The Scooby Doo ending comes later."
Me: "Well, actually, it looks like the thermometer ending from here."

Me: "Now let this be a lesson to all the young men out there: You take a big swig of your drink, go talk to the lady tending the bar, and the next thing you know you're getting married."