Gloriosa: Oh, let go of me! Where did you come from? How do you know my family? Did she call you here?
Wait — I recognize you now! You’re that brother! I ought to have known there was some Iuilic scheming going on.
How can you be so heartless, conspiring to keep me away from my son? Maybe you just don’t understand what it’s like to have a loving mo–
Tansy: Larch? Whazzat makin’ all the racket outside?
Larch: Uhhh . . . nothing to do with you, babe! . . . I hope!