Abe: So, what would you like me to do for you?
Lois: Well, it's, uh... [laughs] It's kind of hard to say, Abe, um... It- It has to do with my mother.
Abe: Oh, I know about mothers. Every time mine comes over to Sunday dinner, she always brings that pecan pie with real whipped cream. And she knows that's my one weakness.
Francis: Our grandma's kind of like that. Except she's a wrinkled sack of hatred kept alive only by the will to destroy.
Lois: We just want her out of the house, and she refuses to leave. [laughs] And I have this idea. You see, she's a horrible bigot. I mean, she's terrified of... Black people.
Abe: Oh. What do you want me to? Oh. Oh-oh, I see. B- Because I'm... Well, you want me to... Well, I-I suppose I... Really?
Piama: I'd do it, but I'm not dark enough. I just annoy her.