Beverly: Somebody stole my baby. Well, not real baby, fake baby. It's a toy. Somebody stole my toy! I'm going to get attitude from my son's pretend wife. Can someone call the police? Or Toys 'r Us? I don't [beep] know any more.

Pops: Pack up your toys and move to another town, the life you've built here is over.

Beverly: Okay, there are some ugly accusations flying about. And if that's not Myrna, then I have failed as a grandmother.