Character: Mrs. Baker

- It is noticeable. Can I ask you a personal question?
- It is impossible.
- Did you... already...
- I was afraid you'd never ask. Already!
- Like I don't know!
- Then why ask?
That's why you need to live separately. Not in order to do something useful. No! You need a stash where you can day and night to indulge in orgies!
- Please, mommy! Orgy is at least three.
Donny, baby, I know you. First you brainwashed this Linda Fletcher. Now what? Fall in love with this new girl? I can tell you as a mother: Mrs. Benson - not the girl of my dreams.
- No? Well all - it drowned!

- How long have you been married?
- Six days.
Six days! And on the seventh day you rested from their labors?
On the seventh day I from these labors off.

- And why your mother was so frequently getting married?
How do I know? Like, I guess. That is, like to marry. But to be married, not like this.

Mrs. Baker (looking at bed). What's that?
Don. And now what are you looking at?
Mrs. Baker. I don't know!
Jill. On your bed.
Don. Mom, this is my bed.
Jill. Cool, huh?!
Mrs. Baker (in disbelief). How do you sleep at this altitude?
Don. Like a baby.
Mrs. Baker. What will you do if you fall down?
Don. Stand up and climb up.
Mrs. Baker. Where you keep things?
Don. In the bathroom. There is a wardrobe and a chest of drawers.
Mrs. Baker. The drawers in the bathroom. Charming. Well, the bathroom itself where? Apparently, under the bed?
Don. Guessed.