Family Business Gifts

'Someday, son, 50 of this will belong to your ex-wife,'

'Someday, all of this liability exposure will be yours!'

'Yes dad, I'll take an interest in the company - how does 50% sound?'

"That someday has arrived son, It's all yours"

"How long have you been with our firm, Dad?"

'One day all this will be yours... thank god!'

"I'm sorry son, it won't ever be yours. I'm having myself cloned"

"Someday, barring a leveraged buy-out, a hostile takeover, or a substantial increase in estate taxes, this will all be yours."

'Remember, Junior, in business, you're nobody until somebody loathes you.'

Smith and Son Financial Services. (Son in playpen behind desk).

'I warned them years ago... start retiring earlier or invest in a bigger sign.'

'We HAVE to sack him.' 'But not at CHRISTMAS.' 'Why so sentimental all of a sudden?' 'He's my son.'

The Downside of Nepotism

'Where did we go wrong?'

'Someday, all this will be yours.'

"I want you to treat him just like you would anyone else whose father owns the combine."

'What do you mean you don't want to be a model? Just what do you plan to do with the rest of your life?'

'Of course, we're family-owned & operated in India.'

You get an allowance, not a pension and profit sharing allowance.

'I see by your resume that you are my son. If this checks out, the job is yours.'

'Oh, I plow the fields, Greta takes care of the house, and young Johan, here, maintains the website.'

"I'm sorry son, but one day all this will be yours."

This is my son, Nigel. He'll be taking credit for all of your work.

"You're not just another employee to me, Henderson --You're also my useless, no good son-in-law!"

"As your wife I don't mind helping with the clinic...but in future please leave me out of your promotion ideas!"

'The company was started by your great grandad who used to collect horse droppings.'

'The boss's mother...'

'When training my son, keep him totally ignorant. I'm grooming him to be VP in-charge-of -denials.'

"Year after year we sit here quietly raising eyebrows, son."

"It's not an entry-level position, but seeing as you're my son, you qualify for the job."

"It was a mom-and-pop, but we inherited it."

"Some day, son, all this will be yours. ... Actually, you know what? You can have it now."

'You'll do just fine at this job, Son. It's one that can be done by any idiot ... '

"Now pay attention when mother is speaking, Hubert!"

"I've been thinking...maybe I should get a tattoo."