Francis: [whispers] Are you going to let her get away with this? You are, aren't you?
Lois: She's my mother. You know the way I am around her.
Francis: Okay, if that's what you want. That woman may be one of the first people your new baby sees when it comes into this world. Smiling down at it, cradling it in her arms.
Lois: You're right. She's got to go.