"The secret to a happy family is a powerful bathroom fan"
That was a direct quote from this funny column in the Post-Gazette. Quoted:
I have to admit he was right. He could evacuate the entire apartment on Sunday morning. It was almost like a religious ritual -- he'd come out of the bathroom, close the door behind him, still reading the sports pages, and Mom would wrap a towel around her face and swear into it: "Oh God, what did you do? Lord, what is that smell? Mother Mary, deliver us from this cloud of evil!"