Cheryl: Oh Polly, come stay with us at Thorn Hill! Penelope: Cheryl's invitation is...genuine. Thorn Hill's gates will always be open to you. The child would want for nothing. You would want for nothing. Alice: [Sighs] Do you think you can just waltz in here with a bed bug-infested Trojan horse, wave a blank check around, and steal my daughter? Penelope: I didn't think you wanted her, or else, why would she be exiled like some pariah? Alice: To keep her away from your family! Penelope: Oh...and not because you're ashamed? Why is your own daughter not living with you? Alice: She's not gonna step foot in that twisted, poisonous house of yours! Cheryl: She should be so lucky. Betty: Cheryl, that's not helping. Penelope: She'd do a lot better there than with you. Alice: How dare you!
Nana Blossom: The specter reads the baby's aura. It predicts the sex. Cheryl: Nana has dementia and gypsy blood. [Dangles the crystal] Nana Blossom: Oh! Polly: What? Is my baby okay?! Nana Blossom: Babies. It's twins. One of each. Betty: This is occultism at its most ludicrous.