Lois: So, I come home after working a ten-hour shift and I see my boys and they're covered with grass and they're covered with paint and then they look at me. And you know all they can say is, "Where's dinner?" [all murmur in agreement]
Karen: Too much is expected of us.
Julie: Well, our society is just so screwed up. Thirty years ago, you could at least pick something and go with it. A housewife, a career woman, sex slave. But now you're supposed to do everything and it's impossible!
Woman #3: Unless you're Lillian Miller.
All: Yeah!
Lois: You know, if it weren't for me my family would be naked living in trees, eating berries. I mean, do they appreciate what I do for them? No!
Karen: Lillian's family just surprised her with a trip to Spain!
Lois: No kidding! You know the other day, I discovered a two-inch-long hair growing out of my shoulder. I mean, how long has it been there? I don't even have time to put myself together in the morning.
Karen: Lillian Miller... [chuckles]... brought 20 home-made cakes to the school-bake sale.
Lois: I had those! They were delicious!
Julie: The woman just cooks like a god but she never puts on a pound! You can't be 45 and still be a size 2! That's children's sizes. That's for children!
Woman #2: And Lillian!
Lois: Ladies, I just realized something. Society isn't the thing that's making us miserable. I mean, hell, we're society! [all cheer in agreement] No, no! Every single one of our problems can be traced back to that tight-assed overachieving marathon-running master chef... Lillian Miller!