Lois: I swear I will kill my mother! She just slinks down here and marries off my son to some Eastern European bimbo. The old reptile. I can't believe her leg hasn't grown back.
Hal: Honey, calm down.
Lois: No, I am going to kill her. You know, if young person dies, it looks suspicious. When old people die, it's just the way of the world. There's no investigation.
Hal: Well, at least Reese is independent now.
Lois: Independent?! He's living in our garage! How independent is that? I read about this old woman who drowned in her bowl of soup. It happens.