The Edwin J. Hill Social Club2005

George's Mom:
George, what are you doing here?

George:
This is my house. Are you drunk?

George's Mom:
I didn't know you lived here. This is awkward.

George:
I don't think it's awkward. Mom you just lost your way again. Let me explain something to you. When people get past a certain age, like you have, their minds sometimes start to... go. It's okay though; we'll work through this. I'll take care of you. Well, I won't literarily take care of you, but I'll find a good nurse who will and I'll visit you occasionally. We'll have fun doing old people things. Eating tapioca. Playing a little canasta with your glasses on. But I'm not going to change any poopy diapers though.

George's Mom:
That's not what makes this awkward.

George:
What are you talking about?

Drew:
Andrea, sweetheart. George, I'd like you to meet a very special lady.

George's Mom:
Drew, I don't think this is the right time.

George:
Oh Drew, you're such a suck-up. She sends her meatloaf once and you're practically begging for more.

Drew:
What are you talking about?

George:
What are you talking about?

Drew:
I'm trying to introduce you to a wonderful lady.

George:
Has your date pulled up?

Drew:
Yeah, she's right here.

George:
I don't see a car outside.

George's Mom:
Maybe I should come back another time.

George:
Yeah, it's not going to look good if Drew's date pulls up and sees my mom in the living room. We should clean up a little bit and try and impress her.

Drew:
Is your mom here?

George:
Yeah, she's right here.

Drew:
Where?

George:
Oh, Drew this is my mom. Mom, Drew.

George's Mom:
Yeah. We've met.