Berta: Well, you let me know if you need anything. Alan: I will. Berta: Ironing, groceries, I could lance that ear for you. Alan: No, thanks. Berta: I know what I'm doing. I spent a summer castrating sheep in Montana
Evelyn: You know it's tacky to arrive empty-handed. Perhaps we should stop and get a box of wine or some aerosol cheese. Charlie: Whoa! Mom, you're on fire tonight! Evelyn: It's the new meds. They mix well with liquor. Alan: This was a bad idea. Evelyn: Charlie, didn't you tell him that's the gay ear?