Lois: Well, I don't know what to say. I planned on two days to get you into an old folks home, two days to fight the court challenge, then I'd fly back on Sunday. Now I'm stuck here. It's $300 just to change my ticket.
Ida: Good. You'll be here for the festival Saturday.
Lois: What festival? [Ida's friends chatter]
Ida: You stop it. You know it's Saint Grotus's Day.
Lois: Oh, my God. Saint Grotus's Day? That's still around?
Ida: It is.
Marica: And we haven't turned our church into a Burger King either.
Ida: She's being modest. She was a terrific Grotus Day dancer. Made your children look like poisoned sheep. Best girl between the vlatnis in 15 counties!
Lois: Not the vlatnis. God, I hated that awful vlatny dance.
Ida: You loved it. She begged to go.
Lois: She dragged me seven blocks by my pigtails to some stinking butcher shop full of drunk uncles. I couldn't even see my feet through the flies and the cigarette smoke. When I was 16, I worked up the nerve to tell her I wanted to quit. She fed me nothing but bark for a week.
Ida: It's her stupid idea of a joke. [to Lois] You're not around fancy big-shots with all their teeth, sipping wine. These are real people. You will not embarrass me in front of my friends by spitting on who you are and where you come from.