Steve Smith:
Dad, thank you for dinner.
Steve's Dad:
Well, look like it helped our situation.
Steve's Mom:
Just needed to see my husband take charge a little --
Steve's Dad:
Oh, durn, durn, durn. This is a cash-only place. I only have my debit card.
Steve Smith:
Oh, I got cash, let me see that.
Steve's Mom:
Oh, a $50? [flirting] Who carries a big-dick $50? Wow. Oh! You can smell it. Right? Heh. Smell that cash-eesh.
Steve Smith:
[disappointingly groans]
Steve's Mom:
Oh, yeah. Smell it with Mama's tongue, like a little lizard. [smooches] Cashy, cashy, cashy, ca-- [normal voice] I am gross.
Steve Smith:
Yes, yes, you are, Mom.