Reese:
Why do you have her making noises like that?
Body Model Manager:
Oh, yeah, she's programmed to say all the real stuff your mom says.
Reese's Mom:
Oh, yeah, honey. Can I make you an egg-salad sandwich, baby? [moans] That'll put some meat on your bones. [moans] Ugh, god! When are you going to give me some grandchildren? Ugh, yeah, give it to me! Give me grandchildren! Make me a grandma! Do it!
Reese:
No, no, no, no, no, no! I can't hear this! Make her stop!
Body Model Manager:
Of course. I've got something for that.
[The manager puts a ball gag on the model of Reese's Mom which makes it worse and more sexier]
Reese:
Cancel the whole thing! It's all ruined!
Body Model Manager:
Uh, Mike, uh, hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Tell you what, take it. The mom is free.
Reese:
It's not about the money. I'm going.
Body Model Manager:
No, I mean, it's free. It has free will. It wants to come with you!
Reese's Mom:
Oh, I'm coming! Oh, yeah! I'm coming. [moans]
