Where Do They Come Up With This Stuff? Surely Not From Me.

[Scene: Garage where Wesley is doing something manly with hammers and nails. Probably also crushing beer cans on his head.]

[Casey enters wearing only his tightey-whiteys]

Casey: "Daddy, I have a phone call for you!"

Wesley: "Oh, really?"

Casey: "Yes!"

[Casey reaches down the front of his underpants and pulls out an old cell phone]

Casey: "Here, Daddy! It's Uncle Casey! He wants kisses!"

[Wesley dies a little bit inside]

Wesley: "Um. No thanks, bud."

(Maybe I should stop painting his nails.)