via indigo

Arriving to a jazz guitar soundtrack and dead-on postcard perfect scenes of San Francisco (including passing cable cars plastered with posters for "Tom's Fudge Factory: Packing Fudge Since 1969" -- hmmmm...) Kyle's family is welcomed by self-congratulating, polyhyphenated-named neighbors, who announce that "we're a little more progressive and ahead of the curve here in San Francisco" -- before bending over and savoring their own farts.