Anyhow, Tina would like very much to see her son, but Butchie scoffs at the very odd timing of these sudden maternal feelings. "I never forgot I was his mother," Tina says, all-choked-up-like, which cuts Butchie's snit of self-righteousness dead in its tracks. "Turn off the fucking faucet, Tina," Butchie says, simultaneously opening the door to his room. Tina comes in and surveys the place with a look that seems to say, "Yup, really regret my decision not to leave my son to your care." "So you know what I do," she finally says. "Yup," Butchie snorts. "Everybody...at the same time." Oh, snap. You sure laid the moral smackdown on her, drugged-out surfer dude. Tina counters that she plans on retiring to become a full-time mother, but Butchie tells her to revise her long-term plans. "Cissy's a pretty good hater," he adds. "I suppose you putting a good word in is out of the question?" Tina replies spitefully. Clearly, she doesn't realize that people don't exactly rise in Cissy's estimation on Butchie's say-so; Butchie clues her in. "Me coming out against you would probably improve your chances," he says. Well, Tina's not the type to take no for answer -- not unless it's the safety word in one of her movies, at least. "Tell her I'm going to see him," she says, determined. "Once, anyway. Tell her not to stop me." "Or what, are you going to set yourself on fire?" Butchie scoffs. Too late -- she already did that in MILFS on Fire, volumes 4 through 6 -- ask for it at your local video store without ever making eye contact with that holier-than-thou clerk. Butchie promises to pass along that message, at any rate.

Street fairs! Masked wrestlers! "Question 9-11" signs! Guys in turtle suits! Film, Cass, film! When the squares see this movie, it will blow their minds.