Lucille: Get away from my son!
Michael: Hey, Mom. Kind of on a date here.
Lucille: You'll change your mind after this.
Narrator: And Michael saw the story that Jessie had planted.
Lucille: Let me tell you something, sweetie. We may pick on each other, get into little scrapes, call each other names and occasionally steal from each other... but that's because we're a family. You have no right. You don't get to do that.