[Driving while singing along to The Dwarve’s Mother****er song on the radio with Irene paranoidly recoiled as far as possible from him in her seat holding a lawn dart as a potential weapon]

I'm a Mother****er! I'm a Mother****er! I'm a [repeatedly] Mo... [glances over at Irene looking paranoid] Whoa, whoa, whoa. [Turns off radio] What's the buzz? Tell me what's happenin'.