Sorry I missed lunch. I was at the library and I forgot to look at the clock.
[interrupts] Do you think I'm an idiot?
huh?
Do you think I don't know where you've been?
What do you mean?
You think I wouldn't recognize the signs? Clean fingernails, good posture, cookie crumbs in your pockets – you're never hungry at dinnertime. You're seeing another mom.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't lie to me!
It's not what you think!
Who is she?
Why does that matter?
Who is she?!
Mrs. Finnegan.
[Lois looks away with a hurt look on her face]
It doesn't mean anything! A couple weeks ago I stopped by her house, and she had her iron out. She was just so nice. And there was cake!
It'll be a long time before you get any cake around here.
I wasn't expecting any.
After everything I've sacrificed for you, all I've done – you come waltzing in here day after day reeking of her fabric softener!
Yes! I like fabric softener! Mrs. Finnegan doesn't mind taking a little time to stop the rinse cycle, and maybe its nice to have someone that's got more to say to me than just "Clean your room", "comb your hair"…
[pauses] Do you love her?!
Of course not, it's just snacks.
Oh, you like her snacks. You like filling up on her cookies. You know they're store bought.
That's beneath you, mom.
