Michael: I want to get these fucking tubes outta me.
Vicki: You've got to leave the fucking tubes in.
Mom: I don't like it when you two use the F-word.
This was after he'd already removed the Foley catheter once (ow) and had to have it replaced, was caught with a leg over the siderail of the bed, trying to "escape", and told his best friend to go get the car. "Let's you and me go for a ride, Paulie."
I think the wild ride portion of this recovery program is underway.