Ida: You know, there's some diabetes medicine in the fridge you may want to destroy.
Lois: I am not going to be the bad guy in this, Mother.
Ida: I just want to understand my daughter's behavior. Why are you so frustrated? Is your husband failing to perform his shameful duty?
Lois: Oh, Mother, just shut up, and leave me alone.
Ida: After all the Saint did for us, all the enemy churches he burned, why would you destroy his holy cookie?
Lois: It doesn't even taste good.
Ida: It's not supposed to taste good. It's supposed to be hard to make. I can't believe you would humiliate me in front of my friends!
Lois: Friends? Those women are monsters. They treat me like garbage. How can they be your friends?
Ida: I need some people I can talk to, Lois!
Lois: Well, you used to need me! I'm going.