Buster: [singsong] Mother Is there anybody else you'd like to say hello to, Mother?
Lucille: At least I came to your trial. For mine, you were too busy juicing it up with that woman you probably pushed...
Buster: [singsong] Careful.
Lucille: Yep. You look different.
Buster: I'm growing dreads, Mother. Dreads right out of my head.
Lucille: Just because you have an African-American left hand, all of a sudden you're Ray Charles? And I thought you Alibaba-ed one that was less threatening.