Francis: Wait, who's that little girl with you and Grandpa?
Lois: Oh, Mom, don't you want to watch the news?
Ida: Who's that little girl? That's you, you big sissy! This was the time your mother sent you to live with us.
Francis: What?
Lois: Come on. It wasn't "to live" with you.
Ida: It was six months. It felt like forever. We put you in a dress because you wouldn't pee like a boy.
Francis: I don't remember any of this!
Ida: And you never paid me for the food he ate. Oh, God, what whining; "I want my Mommy. Where's my family, Ooh, you're scaring me!" Blah, blah, blah.