Lucille: I won the prize! I won the prize! For what?
Michael: We were gonna give one employee a week at the spa. We were even gonna put them in the ad, but then I thought "What about Mom? She's elegant. She deserves it." I was gonna tell you at the office, but then I thought "No. If I bring her around now, she might vomit on the overhead projector."
Lucille: I'm so embarrassed about that. I don't think I was supposed to drink with my medication.
Narrator: Actually, it wasn't even her medication.
Lucille: Of course, I can't take Oscar to an elegant place. His only remaining pair of pants blew apart the other day.