Lucille: So you fell out of a chair, and for this, the government gives you applause?
Buster: No, a big hand.
Lucille: I thought I recognized that little son of a bitch. [yells at doctor] This is why you can't keep a job at one hospital!

Lucille Austero: Buster.
Buster: My mother's gone away, and I thought, you've always been like a...
Lucille Austero: Girlfriend.
Buster: Not what I was gonna say. Anyways, I was over there, and my friend's over here, and I thought, maybe I should just move in, because I love to hear all about your medications and ailments and whatnot. Is that baby toe of yours still crawling over the others like a weird weed?
Lucille: Buster, how sweet of you to remember.
Buster: Oh, it's one of my night terrors.

Lucille: So you can see why I need the testimony of someone who's not a hot mess.
Buster: You're a hot mess!
Lucille: You're a hot mess!