Don't sell you an those tight mom jeans short! Didn't I tell ya that before? 'Smokin'. Remember that one for the yearbooks.

Mm, someone. Some poor son of a bitch with a comb over. Didn't haveta be you settlin' the sharin' an the time outs. Take it or leave it, maternal instinct or not, 'm gonna keep tellin' you till I'm blue in the goddamn face. C'mon, I need all the circulation I can get up here. [He idly waves at his head and snorts]