Scene: Mom and Grandmother's hotel room, Mom and I just getting back and finding the door locked, everyone drinking Yuengling or vodka.
GRANDMOTHER: (laughing) I saw a hotline for you know on the television.
GRANDMOTHER: You call them up, and they, you know, 'comfort you.'
SCOTT: Is that why the door was locked?
GRANDMOTHER: Ha, that's right, I called and he came.
SCOTT: I bet he did.
MOM: Scott! Stop!
SCOTT: Think of a number.
RICHARD: No, twenty-three.
SCOTT: Shit, I was supposed to say, "Between one and ten." I got to work on this.
GRANDMOTHER: There your mother goes, making another U-turn.
SCOTT: King Yewie the 16th, they should call her!
RICHARD: That's pretty good.
SCOTT: Yeah, I thought it up a while ago.
DAD: You know how many women were in my dental school class?
SCOTT: Uh... none? Because they weren't allowed to be dentists?
DAD: No, there were three. And one ended up flunking out.
SCOTT: Men are just better at filling cavities.
[90 seconds pass]
MOM: I just got it.