Jill: So, you and Michelle have been seeing a lot of each other lately.
Randy: I guess.
Jill: I think she really likes you. What do you think?
Randy: I think I don't want to talk about this with my mother.
Jill: Oh, come on!
Randy: Sorry, Mom. I'm past the age where you give me a cookie and I spill my guts.
Jill: I loved those days. Hey, look, look, look. I've got chocolate chocolate chip.
Randy: Give it up, Mom.
Jill: Well, at least I still have Mark. Oh, hey, honey. You want a cookie?
Mark: Forget it. I'm not spilling my guts.