Gob: You and Dad are getting divorced?
Lucille: Oh, don't worry, sweetie. No one is fighting over you. And don't worry about Barry reading the plea. We'll let your father rot in prison.
George Sr.: [enters] Take the plea. We're taking the plea!
Lucille: We're going to trial, you're going to lose, and you're going to stay in there.
Michael: That's enough, Mom.
Lucille: For him? Nothing's enough. You'd think a man locked up in prison would be able to abstain. Your father, with his disgusting tweaking! I couldn't breast-feed any of you kids because of that man!