Bobby: Hey, do you mind if we stop by my apartment real quick? I gotta pick up some stuff for that Camelot outreach thing. You get your stuff together yet?
Kim (annoyed): Nope.
Bobby: Come on, what is this, seventh grade?
Kim: I don't think that you have the right to tell me how I feel.
Bobby: Kim, I know you. I know that you love Joey more than anything in the world but you're not thinking through what he needs right now, you're not.
Kim: You know, I just wanna give him something normal. A normal family.
Bobby: He's got a family, Kim. It's just a totally screwed up family. And if you think that's gonna changed on the off-chance that you might actually remarry Jimmy, then you're crazy.
Kim: I'm not crazy.
Bobby: He needs you to be stable, okay? He needs you to do things with him. That's what he needs. Take him to a ball game.
Kim: He needs a father, you idiot. He's got a collection of his dad's stuff buried under his bed, he wakes up at night with nightmares, screaming. He asks me every single day when he's coming home, so it's not as simple as a friggin' Yankee's game.