Lucille: Oh, you're not wearing that. You're running to fill a House seat, not a sofa.
Lindsay: You know, I'm starting to worry you're not even capable of saying something nice about me in your speech.
Lucille: Lindsay, saying nice things about you is easy.
Lindsay: Oh, Mom.
Lucille: The hard part is not sounding sarcastic. Oh, now, seriously, go change. That outfit shouldn't even come in that size.
Lindsay: [covers herself with a sheet] How about this, Mom? Nothing to criticize now. Happy? Come on, let me hear one of your crinkly smiles.
Lucille: At least it fits.