Lupe: Good-bye, Missus. [Lucille searches Lupe's handbag]
Michael: Well, Lindsay, you'll be happy to know that I have a new idea. I met a publicist today. I'm gonna hire her. We need somebody to make us look good.
Lucille: And I say it's a waste of money. We're plenty sympathetic as we are. [to Lupe] Is this your onion?
Lupe: Yes.
Lucille: What's in the foil?
Lupe: Nothing. It's a ball of foil for my son.
Lucille: Have a great day, sweetie.
Michael: I don't know how she can't.