Mama Ramos: Hello, Allen. Allen Gamble: Hello Mama Ramos, what are you doing out here? Mama Ramos: Sheila says she doesn't know what happened, but she wants you back. Allen Gamble: Ohh... Mama Ramos: She also says... she wants you on top of her... holding her hair and riding her like a bucking bronco while she... sucks your thumb and says, "Mommy likey." Allen Gamble: You... you tell your daughter... Mama Ramos: (In house) He said he'll always love you and he's so happy that you're having his child. Dr. Sheila Gamble: Oh. Allen... Mama Ramos: He also says... that he wants you to stare into each other's eyes without blinking while you do it... Dr. Sheila Gamble: I love when we do that, Mom. Mama Ramos: ...and then afterward... lick the sweat off each other. I don't want to do this. You say things that are too personal. Dr. Sheila Gamble: OK, but just one more thing... Mama Ramos: (Out on street) She says she loves you, and wants to hold your hand, and have iced tea with you. Allen Gamble: Come on, that's not all she said. Mama Ramos: No. She says other things. But I don't want... Allen Gamble: Please, please, please. You don't realize, I may be killed tomorrow. Mama Ramos: OK. She says she wants to unplug all the clocks... and the phones... and have a three-day sex marathon. Allen Gamble: That's more like it, yeah. Mama Ramos: She wants to walk wrong for a week... because you guys did it so hard. Allen Gamble: That's just lovely. Mama Ramos: (In house) No more! He says things I can't say! It involves a mannequin hand... and an electric shaver... taped to a golf club!