I'll put the butter on myself. Thank you, Mama.

Wow, you're gonna butter it yourself?

Yeah, I'm gonna butter it myself.

Does Mom feed you like a baby bird when I'm not here?

I eat plenty. Don't worry about my diet. Don't!

Mama! She's showing me her food in her mouth.

No, I'm not, Mom. I'm chewing like a person.

Then she opened her mouth and showed it to me.

He's lying again.

Hey, guys!

This is supposed to be fun.

I know what's going on with you, man.

Ah, please.

You got shot through the heart. Okay, Michael's gone.

Ew. And it sucks.

Because you know what? He was the best you'll ever do.

Mom, can I eat upstairs? No!

I would like to eat right here with you, Mom. Mama.

You're so gay for Mom.

I'm not gay for Mom.