Lucille: I told you. They don't support me.
Michael: I hate to tell you, Mom, but they don't support me either. I sat down and I told them this was important to me.
Lucille: You did that for me?
Michael: I let you drive, didn't I?
Lucille: Yes, you did, Michael, and I'm loving it. You're a good son. You always do things for others. You're the only one holding this family together.
Michael: And you see a lot more than I give you credit for, Mom. You're not just concerned with yourself. You care about the family.
Hey. Is that Gob?
Lucille: It's an idiot on a scooter at night? It's gotta be Gob. Let's give him a scare.
Michael: Hmm? No, Mom. I don't think we should.
Lucille: A nice little scare. [shouts] Hey, big shot, too busy to go to your mother's party?