-Let me put your father on the phone. -Ma.

Pretty quick, for a catered affair.

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.

Hey, look at this.

Hoochie mama.

Your father's right. It's beautiful.