Iola: Now maybe it's not what you think. Maybe there's a logical explanation.
Mama: You're right. Let's examine the facts. First Bubba and a gorgeous girl come in way after midnight. Then he insists that I leave him alone to study with her, in private. Then, the next morning, I find a black brassiere in his unmade bed.
Iola: Now, what can we deduce from these facts?
Mama: That I'm GONNA KILL HIM!