Lois: What is this place?
Ida: It's wonderful. It's like being back in the village. Everyone here is from the old country. They got the right kind of pickles. They know the old songs. After 50 years in this stink hole of a country, I finally feel like I fit in.
Lois: Wow, I felt surrounded when there was just one of you.
Gorga: You going to introduce her to us or make us wait around like a pack of pigs?
Ida: Pack of pigs wouldn't leave their nail clippings on the floor for other people to step on. This is my daughter, Lois. Gorga. Ludwina. Big Kathy. Little Kathy. Marica. Floransa. Anca. And Mushka.
Big Kathy: Is this the fat daughter or the one who drinks?
Ida: This is the one with the half-wit factory between her legs.