Joanne: Malcolm, right?
Malcolm: Yeah.
Joanne: See, I told you, I knew his name. So, we have a proposal for you and your idiot brother.
Val: Oh, my God, another one. And he's in a wheelchair. Jackpot.
Joanne: Kathy?
Kathy: [teary-eyed] Do you guys want to go out on a date with us?
Stevie: You pray... and you pray... and finally... it happens. [uses inhaler] [uses breath spray]