S5E2: Mother Tucker
No, don't. Here you go.
Tickle, tickle, tickle. Cut it out. Stop it.
(LAUGHING) I mean it. I mean it.
Well, I told you to stop.
I tickle you, you hit me in the head with a frying pan?
- I told you to stop.
- I taste blood.
Well, there's a lot of it.