Lois: [on the phone] Mom? Finally! Where have you been? I've been calling for weeks. I must have left ten messages. What on Earth is going on up there?
Ida: I'm busy. Gorga, Ludwina and Marica need me to help make pickles for the festival.
Lois: Mom, what are you talking about? Gorga? Marica?
Ida: Marica's Ludwina's cousin. She married the sailor with the milky eye. And she knows the curse to give you warts.
Lois: You're not making any sense.
Ida: I have to go. They're calling me.