Lois: Mother, what are you doing here?!
Ida: "Oh, Mommy, I'd love you to come to my baby's party." Do you think I was born yesterday? I could spot lies coming out of your mouth since before it had teeth in it.
Malcolm: Lock the door.
Ida: [enters] Ha!
Roberta: Oh, my God, Mother, she's inside! Lock yourself in the den. I'll call the police.