Narrator: And while his days were spent trying to get his mother to love him...
Lucille Austero: Ooh, Buster! You're just in time.
Narrator: ...his nights were consumed with getting his lover to mother him.
Lucille Austero: I hope you are in the mood for a hot tomato.
Buster: Soup? With little grilled cheese sandwiches on the side.
Lucille Austero: Buster, that was innuendo.
Buster: Oh.
Lucille Austero: My Lord, it's like we're speaking different languages here.
Buster: No, it's not. It is working. I'm getting hungry.
Lucille Austero: For love?
Buster: No, is this another one of those nights where nothing is as it seems and there's no cream pie for dessert?