Louise: Look at my boy! Are you wearing suntan lotion?
Schmidt: Yes.
Louise: Say hello to your brother.
Schmidt: Oh, hello, Reggie.
Louise: Kiss your brother.
Schmidt: What?
Louise: Kiss your brother. He loves it!
Schmidt: I don't want to. I don't want to.
Louise: Kiss him! Kiss him on the lips. He loves it. Come on.
Schmidt: I don't want to, Mama!
Cece: Come on, Schmidt. It's okay. I'll kiss him.
Louise: Why would you do that? He's your husband's brother. That's gross.