Narrator: Buster arrived with Lucille Austero and naturally assumed the yells of disgust were directed toward him.
Lucille Austero: What is wrong with you?
Buster: What's wrong with you?
Lucille: Buster?
Buster: Oh, God! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Lucille. Yeah. Lucille. Ma, I'm sorry!
Lucille Austero: Man! That old lady has really done a number on you, hasn't she?