Popular Lucille Quotes
Michael: So, Mom, I'm trying to find...
Lucille: I don't know where they are.
Michael: ...these flight records. You know, it's really more believable if you let me finish.
Lindsay: Buster's right. You get off on being withholding.
Lucille: Buster said that? My Buster?
(later)
Lucille: Michael?
Buster: Mom?
Michael: What are you doing here?
Lucille: (to Buster) Oh, hello, Buster. Here's a candy bar. (pulling candy bar away) No. I'm withholding it. Look at me. Getting off!
Gob: And if I'm going to be staying here...
Lucille: Staying here? What, did that Mexican throw you out?
Gob: She's not "that Mexican", Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Colombian or something. Anyway, it's over.
Lucille: You've got three days.
Gob: Hey... If I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay here.
Michael: You were flying today, buddy.
Buster: Yes, I was flying. But a little too close to the sun.
Lucille: You let him go in the sun? (To Buster) Get in the back seat. I'll be right out.
Buster: Front seat, mom. I sit in the front seat now.
(Buster is jumping and falling all over the place trying to catch a bird that flew into the house)
Lucille: Buster!
Buster: It's a bird!
Lucille: I know it's a bird. I'm on the phone!
Buster: It walked on my pillow!
Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster.
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Lucille: Buster's out of control!
Michael: What, another panic attack?
Buster: Me? No. She's just wigged out because I have a girlfriend.
Lucille: A waiter hands him a note, suddenly he's Steve McQueen.
Lucille 2: Lucille? Lucille! Aren't you something? Showing up here without your husband. Shame be damned. Caution to the wind.
Lucille: That's so sweet, darling. I'm here to support you. You're the one who's all alone and likely to stay that way. My husband's just a phone call away.
Lucille 2: That's one call per day, isn't it? Gee, I should think he'd want to save that for his lawyer.
Michael: A family. Nothing else matters.
Lucille: Michael?
Michael: It's Mom. Hide.
Gob: Where am I? Am I still in prison?
Lucille: You're in the hospital.
Gob: (weakly) Ta-daa ...
He's a beautiful boy...they don't appreciate him. It's his glasses...they make him look like a lizard...plus he's self-conscious.
Lucille: (showing Michael her fox scarf) Michael, look. Look what happened to my fox. Someone cut off its little foot. Is it, is it noticeable?
Michael: Well, you've got to remember you're going to be all splattered in red paint. That's gonna distract the eye.
