scenes from my father

This, as faithfully as I can transcribe it, is what just happened to me.

[I am visiting my parents. We are discussing railways]

Dad: But once it's up and running, people will start moving to Swindon because it's an easier commute to London.
Me: Nobody's going to move to Swindon, Dad.
Dad: You never know. It might undergo a revolution of sorts. If you think back to the mid-nineties when the White Stripes brought stripped-back garage rock into stadia...

[I completely lose it and spend the next five straight minutes laughing my head off]

Mum: There you go, she laughed more than I did!
Dad: I read that phrase in an article about two months ago and I thought it was wonderful. I thought, "I must remember that phrase and say it in front of Jen." I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget.
Me: [continues giggling helplessly]
Dad: I've been trying to work out how to drop it into conversation for the last two hours.
Mum: He's been quite excited about it. He practised on me.
Dad: I just went out to the kitchen to look up the phrase so I'd have it right. I've been wanting to say that in front of you for two months.

[He disappears out to the kitchen and returns with his phone, which has a note on it reading "Mid nineties White Stripes brought stripped back garage rock into stadia"]

Dad: See?
Me: Oh my God, you wrote it on your phone.
Dad: I didn't want to forget it. Such a wonderful phrase.
Me: You compared the White Stripes to Swindon.
Dad: [nods, very pleased with himself]
Me: Do you know who the White Stripes are?
Dad: No! Not a clue! I just thought it was a wonderful phrase.
Mum: Oh, come on. You know about Jack Stripe.
Me: Jack Stripe?
Mum: ...that was the wrong one, wasn't it.

[I collapse into giggles for another five minutes while Mum does an impression of Meg White on the drums.]

Dad: I'm so pleased about this.
Mum: You've made him very happy.