Lucille: Gob, wait! I need those tickets! He promised me tickets to his girlfriend's awards show.
Michael: You're going to that thing?
Lucille: Well, my dear friend Lucille Austero is part owner of a television station and I want to show up and hold my head high. I may not have her money anymore, but at least I have a live husband.
Michael: Ah, she's lucky to have you as a friend. Buster.
Buster: Hey, brother. Uh, Mom said you could tie this for me.
Lucille: Make it long so Buster doesn't seem so... round.