Ida: So, Lois... are you enjoying your... collaboration? Looks like you sold your soul cheap enough. Coconut cake... from the woman who stole your father's fluids and made bastards with them!
Lois: Mother, what the hell are you doing?! Get out of here! The police are coming!
Ida: Why? I don't even get to look at what was stolen from me? Where do you think she got this money? This couch was my trip to Paris! Look at this place. While we lived like dogs, they were playing on grand pianos and eating with napkins! Why do you think you girls were so short and ugly? Victor fed you on beans so he could give his other daughter ballet lessons.
Sylvia: Ida, I think you should know that besides the restraining order, I have a knitting needle. All right, it's a crochet hook.
Ida: Listen to me, tough guy. I know about Victor's other pension! Victor worked for Paragon Brush from 1960 to 1964. Manitoba family law says as common-law wife, I am entitled to that pension!
Sylvia: I really don't know what you're talking about.
Ida: The truth will burst out of the grave and strangle you and your whole family!
Lois: Mother, we will discuss this later. If you do not turn and leave, so help me, I will tear that wig off of your head, and everyone will see your tick scars!
Ida: It's not over.