Ricky: "Dear Lord baby Jesus, lying there in your little ghost manger, just looking at your Baby Einstein developmental videos, learning about shapes and colors and-- We just have so much to be thankful for. Uh, first off, my sons no longer act like retarded gangbangers."
Lucy Bobby: "Amen."
Ricky: "Also, I got my balls back behind the wheel of a car. And most importantly we thank you for bringing back our nasty, delinquent, pot-dealing daddy to us. For he was lost, but now he is found. Amen."