(Iola tells Mama to do the project she promised to do)
Iola: Now remember: Stuff! Stuff! Stuff!
Mama: I'd like to tell her where to stuff stuff stuff!
(In Mama's fantasy, Mama figured that Iola was behind the crime)
Vint: You meaned she knocked off her old lady for a couple of lousy wecipes?
Mama: Recipes, ya bozo!
(Vint is happy about the new lock he installed on he bathroom door wants to test it)
Vint: Hey, Mama, come on over to the bathroom. I want you to help me out.
Mama: I thought I potty trained you years ago.
(In Mama's dream about being a Private Detective, Naomi is typing up some files )
Noami: Could I take a break? My fingers are killing me.
Mama: Not 'til you've finished your filing.
(Naomi picks up a nail file)
Naomi: Gee, thanks!