The Wrong Stuff

I'm a woman of few emotions, but many words.

Perfect

  • Buster: I want to go with mom.
  • Michael: You said that she shoots you down.
  • Buster: I was trying to fit in.
  • Michael: You were flying today, buddy.
  • Buster: Yes. I was flying... but a little too close to the sun.
  • Lucille: You let him go in the sun?!