Most of the stuff my dad says is angry racist nonsense. However, my mother never ceases to surprise my brother and me with the hilarious shit she says.
One time, when my family was visiting me in Baltimore, we were driving past The Charles Theater and Capote, starring Philip Seymour Hoffman, was advertised on the marquee. My younger brother wanted to know what the film was about, but when I told him, "It's about Truman Capote," he had no idea who Truman Capote was.
Luckily, my mother stepped in to clarify.
"Well, Matthew," she said, "Truman Capote was a notorious gangster in Chicago during the 1930s. He was one of the most powerful crime bosses in the city, but the government could never catch him."
I interrupted, saying, "Mom. You're thinking of Al Capone. Truman Capote wrote Breakfast at Tiffany's."
Much mirth and merriment followed.