Dewey: It's not what you think.
Lois: Who is she?
Dewey: Why does that matter?
Lois: Who is she?!
Dewey: Mrs. Finnegan. It doesn't mean anything. A couple of weeks ago, I stopped by her house, and she had her iron out. She was just so nice, and there was cake.
Lois: Well, it'll be a long time before you get any cake around here.
Dewey: I wasn't expecting any.
Lois: After everything I've sacrificed for you, all I've done... you come waltzing in here day after day, reeking of her fabric softener.
Dewey: Yes. I like fabric softener. Mrs. Finnegan doesn't mind taking a little time to stop the rinse cycle. And maybe it's nice to have someone who's got more to say to me than just, "Clean your room," "Comb your hair", [mumbles indistinctly]
Lois: Do you love her?!
Dewey: Of course not. It's just snacks.
Lois: Oh, you like her snacks? You like filling up on her cookies? You know they're store-bought.
Dewey: That's beneath you, Mom.