Michael: Hey, Mom. Any messages?
Lucille: None.
Michael: No, there was a message. It was about my health, but it doesn't matter. My son and I- [horn blares]
Lucille: Buster, what are you doing with Mother's rape horn? Yes, I have a rape horn, Michael, because you took away my mace.
Buster: Yeah, like anyone would want to "R" her.
Lucille: [gasps] This is what I'm talking about, Michael. Now that your father has deserted us, Buster's become impossible to control. Suddenly he's too much of a big shot to brush Mother's hair.