- Beth, you're not his mother. - I'm not mothering him.

Excuse me. Go to bed, Boog!

One more summer.

That's all I'm asking, one summer.

Great, see? I can be reasonable. Thanks.

You know something?

The longer you wait, the harder it's gonna be for him to adapt.

Oh, I'm sure he'll... At least I think he'll--

And the harder it's gonna be for you to let him go.

Good night, Beth.

What am I gonna do with you?

This isn't decaf. You know what caffeine does to me, Bob.

I'd be talking up a storm, chatting your ear off...

...a mile a minute for the whole ride.

Mr. Weenie, heel. Heel, Mr. Weenie.

Hot.

It's terrible but wonderful at the same time.

It's like freedom in a cup.

Out of hand.

You know, I heard Boog got loose last night...