Gob: She always makes everything about her.
Lindsay: Ugh, she's the last person I ever want to need something from.
Michael: Well, she likes to be needed, just as long as it doesn't cost her anything.
Buster: It's like she gets off on being withholding.
Michael: Whoa, Buster.
Gob: Look who's got something to say.
Buster: [giggles] I'm Mom, and I wanna shoot down everything you say so I feel good about myself. [laughs]
Gob: Look who's ragging on the old lady.
Lindsay: Finally.
Buster: 'Cause I'm an uptight- [long bleep] Buster! [long bleep] You old horny slut!
Michael: Well, no one's gonna top that.

Narrator: Back at the model home, Michael was adjusting to the absence of his son, by enjoying the company of his brother.
Michael: You know, I'm in pretty good shape. You could be eating my dust all day, slowpoke.
Narrator: And Buster was starting to give as good as he got.
Buster: Yeah. And you might be eating... [bleep] [bleeping continues]
Michael: Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that.

George Sr.: Let him go. Let your son go.
Michael: I can't do that, Dad. He needs me.
George Sr.: Michael, you don't want to make the same mistake your mom made with Buster.
Michael: Yeah, boy. What happened there?
George Sr.: I really don't know. Maybe it was the 11 months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus, but... He was our miracle baby, you know? And l-I was just too burned out on raising you guys to care. So, he turned out a little, uh, soft. [Buster yawns] A little doughy. [Buster yawns more loudly] I don't know. Maybe- Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I just ignored the guy.
Buster: Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we?
Michael: Yeah, I gotta let my son go.