Erica: Mom, you can't just steal Thanksgiving. It's Linda's turn.
Beverly: Oh, Linda. You know, I just hate seeing your pruney little face more wrinkled and sad than usual, so what about this? You can have your own holiday.
Erica: The hell does that mean?
Beverly: It means we'll all get together and have a thing at Linda's house.
Linda Schwartz: A "thing"?
Beverly: Yeah. We'll call it Linda Day.
Geoff: Ooh, Linda Day. That sounds fun.
Beverly: Maybe it'll be a completely random gathering, at your house, at your expense, anytime within the next six to nine months.
Linda Schwartz: What are we celebrating?
Beverly: I don't know, Linda. It's your day. The least you can do is figure out why we should care. [chuckles] Also, heads up, I can't make it.
Linda Schwartz: We didn't even settle on a date.
Beverly: I'm worried about feeding people right now. Perhaps you'd know what that's like if you'd ever planned a Thanksgiving.