George, Sr.: You got the blood, right?

G.O.B.: Yeah, I got two buckets full right... Hey, what the hell happened to the blood?

Buster: Hey, brother.

Giggles.

Bix: Whoa. Somebody put on his lipstick in the car.

Buster: I love juice!

Michael: I’m calling the cops.

G.O.B.: No!

Bix: We’re changing again, guys.

G.O.B.: No. No cops!