Harvey's mother, Harvey and others in “Sleep Tight, Puddin' Pop”

Harvey, how many times have I told you not to leave an estate without telling me?

Aw, mom...

Get in the car, we're going home.

But mom, we're getting married!

To this trash? I don't think so.

Excuse me?

Roll with it, Mom.

I'm counting to three, Harvey. One... Two...

I'm going. I'm going.

Keep the robe.

Thanks. I'm not wearing pants.

Harvey, do I have to put you on my knees?

I'm going. I'm going.

He's really a good boy, but these things happen when you marry a first cousin.

I'd say they're lucky to have opposable thumbs.