Mother, May I Dance with Mary Jane's Fist?


 * Mary Jane: You did this to me!
 * Woman: No!


 * Caster: Oh my God. She's been fisted.
 * All: (Gasps)
 * Woman: You'll never catch me.


 * Delice: My God, what have I done?


 * Mary Jane: Oh, yes, I remember now. Delice, is she...
 * Mary Jane's Mom: Delice is dead.


 * Mary Jane's Dad: Just kidding.
 * Mary Jane's Mom: It's okay, Mary Jane. Your daddy is no longer estranged, and he's not abusive anymore because he's learned to express himself through humor.
 * All: (Laughs)
 * Mary Jane's Dad: Prop comedy. And your mother's on longer bulimic.
 * Mary Jane's Mom: See.