Lois: [on the phone] Mom, I really don't want to hear this again.
Ida: My life is horrible! I can't think of anything but death. I thought I'd come down tomorrow for a visit.
Lois: What?! You want to come see us tomorrow? [gestures frantically to Malcolm]
Malcolm: Birthday party for Jamie.
Lois: Mother, that's a great idea. We would love to see you because tomorrow is Jamie's birthday. And there are going to be kids here, and balloons and songs...
Ida: I just remembered. Tomorrow I'm getting waxed.
Lois: [mouths to Malcolm] Thank you.