Rescue Me, Season 3

Sean:
You know, she looks like my mom.

Tommy:
What did you say?

Sean:
That lady, she, she reminds me of my mom.

Tommy:
Shit.

Jerry:
Your mom is that hot?

Sean:
Oh yeah, oh yeah. I mean, hotter.

Franco:
Really? Your mom has that kind of face? Those lips? That kind of rack?

Sean:
Yeah, well, my mom's rack is a little bigger actually.

Tommy:
Where do you come off mentioning your mom and the word 'rack' in the same sentence?

Sean:
I'm just saying, my mom she's, she's got like a large set of... of uh, you know, she's really...

Tommy:
Enough! Jesus Christ!

Sean:
What?

Tommy:
Goddamnit... I was, I was gonna go over and talk to that chick! Let me correctify that. She's not a chick. In a room full of self-involved, young titless little chicks, she's a woman, okay? A real woman. Probably a very witty and wonderful woman...

Franco:
With a great rack.

Tommy:
The rack was secondary, okay? It doesn't matter now. But the point being, I can't go over there and talk to her now.

Sean:
But why, why not?

Tommy:
Because even if I went over to talk to her and got her to come home with me somehow, and got her to reveal the afore-mentioned great rack, all I would be thinking about is your mom's rack, and how great your mom's rack is. Not that I ever thought of your mom's rack before, but that's all I can think of now! Your mom's rack!

Sean:
Hey, woah. You know what, my mom's married pal, okay?

[Jerry laughs, and Tommy leaves]

Sean:
What?

Franco:
Forbidden fruit, ball face.

Sean:
You mean, like, melons?