Buster: [moans] Mother's disgusted by me.
Michael: No.
Buster: She thinks I didn't just tamper with the evidence, she thinks I tampered with Lucille 2.
Michael: No, no, no.
Buster: She must think I'm guilty of murder.
Michael: Don't say that.
Buster: Or she's busy frolicking on the beach with Dusty, her trophy son.
Barry: I should never have put that image in your mind. The good news is, you thought I said "frolicking."