Lucille Austero: Buster.
Buster: My mother's gone away, and I thought, you've always been like a...
Lucille Austero: Girlfriend.
Buster: Not what I was gonna say. Anyways, I was over there, and my friend's over here, and I thought, maybe I should just move in, because I love to hear all about your medications and ailments and whatnot. Is that baby toe of yours still crawling over the others like a weird weed?
Lucille: Buster, how sweet of you to remember.
Buster: Oh, it's one of my night terrors.