Lois: For God sakes, you both have such huge reservoirs of hate, you're telling me there's no overlap? What about boy bands? Mom, you hate boy bands, right?
Ida: They're making a living, give them a break.
Francis: You see?
Lois: You're not getting out of this so easily. You stay here and you figure it out right now.
Francis: Hey, Ida, don't you hate how bossy my mom is?
Ida: Oh God, she's awful. Always ordering me around, making me jump through hoops for her like every day is her birthday.
Francis: And God forbid you forget her birthday. Then it's martyr time for the next five weeks.
Ida: And for what? Everyone knows it's a made-up holiday anyway. And those stupid cards? Money in the garbage.
Francis: Oh, God yes! What a scam. It's like, "La-la, I'm old, so here's a stupid cartoon with boobs on it."
Ida: Exactly. [shifts over to let Francis sit down on the couch] No one really remembers the day they had their child. They pretend they do to feel important.