Lucille: [to the boys] Wait. About that money...
Tim: I want you to deal with it responsibly, okay?
Lucille: Now, shut up, Tim. I want you to use it for something completely ridiculous or extremely bad for your teeth.
Tim: Mom, you never let us have junk food.
Lucille: That's because I was the mother. Now I'm the grandmother. This is the grand part.
Randy: That's why you're our favorite, Grandma.
Lucille: That won't get ya any more money.
Brad: You're also the prettiest grandma.
Lucille: That will get you another ten.
Tim: You're my favorite mother.
Lucille: Aw, Tim, sorry. All out of cash.