George, we've had it with you.

Understand, we love you like a son, but even parents have limits.

The breakups, the firings, and every Sunday with the calls.

-I'm not following. -I'm sorry, George.

-We're cutting you loose. -You're cutting me loose?

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna make love to your mother.

Hoochie mama.

What you saw in the van was a natural expression...

...of a man's love for his lady.

And it was safe.

Now if you'll excuse me, once again...