Burt: Jimmy thinks you're a good mom.
Virginia: Oh, please. Every week he dredges up some parenting disaster from our past. How I didn't breastfeed him, how his first steps were down a flight of stairs, how we forget him that time at a Whitesnake concert.
Burt: Oh, come on. What nine-year-old gets to say they spent a week on the Whitesnake tour bus?