Lindsay: I'm trying to get on with my life. And you know what? You can't deal with it.
Tobias: No, I can't Lindsay.
Lindsay: You're not interested in me.
Tobias: And you're not capable of intimacy.
Buster: [sits up and shouts] Well, just fake it! [lays back down] Coma.
Narrator: And, believe it or not, that actually got through to them.
Buster: Now will you please turn on the Cartoon Network and get the hell out of here?

Buster: Am I on the list?
Michael: We all are.
Buster: But I don't know anything.
Lucille: He certainly hasn't heard anything from me.
Buster: Mother doesn't know anything either.
Lucille: I don't know anything.
Michael: Well, you both certainly act innocent.
[flashback:]
Narrator: Buster knew a great deal for Lucille, almost nightly, got drunk and told him.
Lucille: Your father says he wants me to go all the way to Fallujah. I thought he meant the sex act that's so popular with your generation. [Buster snores] I know you're awake. Faker!

Lindsay: So I've got a date with the guy with the brain-dead mom. I mean, it's just a picket for them to pull the plug on our loved ones.
Michael: Giving up hope on Buster pretty quickly there, Lindsay.
Lindsay: Listen, I know Buster. I know what he wants.
[flashback:]
Buster: Oh, I love soup. If the only thing I could do was lay in bed all day and eat soup, I'd be happy. I wouldn't even have to taste it. I could just take it through a tube. That would actually be better 'cause I wouldn't even burn my mouth. Never let me die.
[present:]
Lindsay: Yeah, he wants out. Anyway, you and I both know he's probably just faking.