Sylvia: I don't want us to have another argument, Lois.
Lois: Oh, we don't have to. I have some news. We did a blood test. I'm not Victor's daughter. It turns out I'm not related to you people at all.
Roberta: But we're so alike!
Lois: I know. It's amazing, isn't it? You know what's even more amazing? It doesn't change anything. Because no matter what, I know that I am Victor's daughter. That horrible, deceitful, bitter man was my father. He was my father when I was two, and he locked me in the closet. He was my father when I was eight, and he got me drunk. He was my father on my wedding day when he told Hal he could do better. He was my dad.
Sylvia: You've got a funny little brain, young lady, but if it makes you feel better, I'm happy.
Lois: Well, you know, the same way I know that he was my father, I know that Ida was his wife. Not technically, not legally, but I know it. And you know it, too. And that's why you hate her so much.
Sylvia: I don't hate, dear. I'm Canadian.
Lois: Well, it's why you're angry then. But the problem is, you're angry at the wrong person. It's not Ida. It's Victor, your husband, who betrayed you both, who manipulated you both. Who made you both feel like you weren't worth being the only one. You hate him, and you know what? He deserves it. Funny thing is, I came up here because I thought Roberta and I were the same, but it's you and my mother who are really alike.
Sylvia: I'll sign whatever you want. Just don't ever say that again.