George: When did I become worse than my mother?
Ernie: What are you talking about?
George: I grew up with my mom, and I never ran away!
Ernie: Maybe that's cause living with Benny was like being out on the street. There was no heat, no food, and you were getting hit by a woman drinking booze out of a paper bag.
George: When I was three, I drank my sippy cup out of a paper bag. I thought that's just how people drink things.