Lindsay: Buster's out of control.
Michael: What do you mean, 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. He doesn't even know what she looks like.
Buster: I know she's a brownish area with points. And I know I love her.
Lucille: I'm calling Dr. Miller. [exits]
Buster: Okay, I don't know I love her but I cannot tell you how liberating it is to be with someone who's not Mom who's nothing like her.
Michael: Yeah, and you're just you're just jumping right into this, huh?
Buster: Oh, yes. Yes. That's what you do when life hands you a chance to be with someone special. You just grab that that brownish area by its points and you don't let go, no matter what your mom says. Mmm!
Michael: Good talk.