Y'know, I can never hear that without thinking of the sign my Aunt Mona used to (and for all I know, still does, but she pinches my cheek and her place smells like cat pee, no offense Catseye, so I never visit) have hanging in her bathroom.

"We Aim to Please. You Aim Too, Please."

The problem with a family as big as mine is, you run the entire gamut of weird relatives.