Michael: Congratulations, Mother. You've managed to combine people's fear of homosexuals and eels into one alibi.
Lucille: And he'll be wearing his Army uniform so I can pretend I'm proud of him again.
Buster: I couldn't find my Army uniform. Oh! But I thought the jury might like it if I show up as John-John Kennedy.
Lucille: Oh, yeah, that went over great last time. And it was offensive. Half your testicle was hanging out of that thing.
Buster: Good! I'm glad they saw it. It was like a Motherboy Ball, right? Hmm?
George Michael: [quietly] Hi. Hi.
Lucille: Put on your new uniform, with long pants. And keep your ball joke to yourself, Andrew Dice Clay.