Tim: Oh, come on, Mom. You're the strong one. I still can't believe how strong you were when Dad died.
Lucille: Oh, I had no choice. I had a house full of boys without a father. I just did what I had to do. God. Sometimes I don't know how I got up in the morning. I was so empty. And I felt so bad that I couldn't give you boys the kind of attention I knew you needed.
Tim: Mom...
Lucille: Especially you, Tim.
Tim: What do you mean especially me?
Lucille: Well, you took it the hardest when Dad died. You kept everything bottled up inside. Maybe that's why you can't talk about anything serious without making a joke.
Tim: Oh, I've gotten over that now. Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.
Lucille: I just wish that I could've done a better job of helping you through those times.
Tim: You did a great job.
Lucille: Oh, I don't know.
Tim: If it hadn't been for you, I would've never gotten through it.
Lucille: Oh... thanks, Tim.