Narrator: And the next day, Lindsay awoke to discover the destiny foretold to her in India in drab colors before her.
Joan Bark: Get away from her. Don't mess with her! She's none of your business.
Lindsay: Thank you.
Joan Bark: I said get away from her, you slut! You're scaring the bird.
Marky Bark: No, no, Mom. Mom, she's with us. She lives with us now. And, Mom, she tells me she's pretty.
Lindsay: I have the worst [bleep] shaman.