[Charlie is in bed with three women]
Listen, I-- I really need to talk to you. Can you come downstairs?
Sure. Give me... an hour and a half.
I know it's a little rushed, but we're on a tight schedule here! Tina's got homework, Cindy's got to meet her fiancé, and Marie... well, Marie's on the clock.
You already had two women in bed and you felt the need to call a professional?
Even though Mom stopped loving you and Kandi stopped loving you, you don't have to worry about me.
You're my dad. I pretty much gotta love you.
[Alan is lying on his bed looking sad]
Well you don't need me, it's your home run swing.
Just close the door on the way out.
Fine I'll close it, then I'll nail it shut, plaster it over and hang over it a picture of something a little more cheerful, like a plane crash.
All right, I didn't want to have to do this, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
[goes to the phone]
Something I hoped I'd never have to do.
I'm afraid so. [on the phone] : Hello? Mom?
[Cut to Alan lying in bed. There's a knock on the door. Alan looks up]
God, what plague have you set upon me now?
Thanks for taking Jake back to Judith's.
No problem. Sorry I had to send Mom in there.
No, no, you, uh... you did the right thing. I needed a good slap in the face. Although with Mom it's more like a nailgun to the testicles.
[reads newspaper headline] : "Mudslide kills 600 religious pilgrims." And yet both my ex-wives live on.
Well, that's strange, 'cause I feel like crap.
Let me tell you something about feelings. Feelings are like your mother's breasts. You know where they are, but they are best left unfelt.
It's an interesting analogy, but may I point out that a mother's breasts are a source for nourishment and comfort?
Yeah, well, my mother's breasts were a source of silicone and Russian vodka.
Yeah, well, I don't have to face anything I don't want to face, and I don't have to feel anything I don't want to feel, and that includes Mom's vodka knockers!
Who is this "Vod Kanockers" that you speak of?
The name's Kanockers. Vod Kanockers.
Looks like you had a tough night.
No, the night was great. It's the morning that's killing me!
If girls with big boobs work at Hooters, where do girls with only one leg work at? [pause] IHOP!
ST Steven Tyler
Hey, a lot of people pay to see me play harmonica.
They pay to hear you sing. They tolerate the harmonica!
ST Steven Tyler
Sorry I don't measure up to your musical standards, you lame-ass jingle writer!
All right, let's see how you play harmonica out your other end!
Now, now-now-now-now, let's slow down here, c'mon.
ST Steven Tyler
Let's see what you got, jingle balls!
OK, I'm gonna rip off your big fat lips and use 'em to kiss my ass!
[driving Charlie home from the hospital after the punch up with Tyler] You know, the dude may look like a lady, but you fight like a little girl.
[a bandaged Charlie is making a needlepoint sampler]
You spelled "Vicodin" wrong.
That's the great thing about Vicodin. I don't care.
OK, well, good luck with the tour!
ST Steven Tyler
Thanks a lot, man.
Who's the sponsor, Metamucil?
ST Steven Tyler
What was that?
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