Lois: Oh, God, that tattoo.
Francis: I like the tattoo, Mom.
Lois: What is it with the men in this family and tattoos? [Francis grunts] It took me five years to get your father to burn his off. What, are you growing potatoes in there?
Francis: Dad had a tattoo?
Lois: Yeah, he put a great big " Lois" right across his rear end. Actually thought I'd be flattered by it. Boy, that guy was such a mess when I met him. Between the motorcycle and the drinking and the fighting... He was so reckless, it was crazy. Where do you think you boys get it from?
Francis: That just doesn't sound like Dad.
Lois: Yeah, well, that was a long time ago. Your father has been quite a project. I spent years hounding him and scolding him and constantly watching him... But finally, I got all that rebellion right out of him.
Francis: I can't believe Dad had a wild side.
Lois: Well, someday, you're going to meet a nice girl. She's going to do the same thing for you. Do your lowers.