"Sam, what is your mom doing? You should know. You lived in her. What do you think she wants?"
"I don't know - the woman is a mystery. My Dad has known her like 100 years and he says to just let her go at it when she gets like this. But... I'm gonna make faces at her until she leaves."
"Good call Man. I like where your head is at. But, uh, not working."
"Obviously, I can see that. I may be 9 weeks younger than you but I can still see when our message isn't being received."
"Oh. Thank God. My Mom is back. She will stop this. She doesn't have one of those camera things attached to her face all the time. She's much more reasonable than your Mom. She will break this up."
"How's that, uh, working out for you Lucas? Literally nothing has changed. Literally. Now we have two Mom literally all up in our grillz. I also just literally learned what that word means."
"First of all, no you didn't. Second of all, not too well, Samuel. Thanks for noticing."
"Hee. Hee. Hee"
"New plan, Sam. I look at mine. You look at yours."
"No! Lucas. STOP! It's a trap. Don't get sucked in by the tickle fingers."
"Oooooh Haaaa. I see what you mean. These are fantastic. Your Mom is amazing."
"I know. I just love her, Sam. So much. Light of my light."
"Don't be mean, Sam. I'm tired. I wanna go home."
"I know. I'm sorry. I love you Lucas. Solidarity, bro. Sol-i-dar-i-ty."