Lois: Oh. Boshnik bread. I haven't had this in years.
Gorga: Does it work or just cram its face with bread?
Ida: She works. And not on her back like your slut daughter.
Marica: Can she make a Saint Grotus's Day tart?
Ida: I'd have left her in the forest with her hand nailed to a stump if she didn't. You will make the tart this year.
Lois: The tart? By myself? That thing is gigantic.
Big Kathy: Yes, let Ida's daughter rest.
Gorga: The old ladies with arthritis can make the Saint his tart.
Marica: Ida's daughter can sit on her gigantic ass all day and eat bread.
Big Kathy: Jelly, dear?
Lois: Fine. I'm here for five days. I was expecting to be miserable anyway. I'll make the tart.