- Roberta Tubbs: Rallo, this is not the time of the month to piss me off.
- Rallo Tubbs: Time of the month? What is she talking about? Damn crazy chick throw a pillow at me. I'm trying to eat my damn chip. Shoot.
- Donna Tubbs: Look, Cleveland. I was born with my dial set to eight, but life cranked it up to ten. That's what happens when you're a single mom as long as I was and there's no dialing me down now.
- Donna Tubbs: You're doing Roberta's laundry? Rallo, I don't know what's going on, but I suspect Roberta is playing you.
- Rallo Tubbs: Don't you talk that way about my sister. She's dying, Mama.
- Donna Tubbs: What? What makes you say that?
- Rallo Tubbs: I found her soiled bandages. The maxi pads.
- Donna Tubbs: Maxi?
- [laughs]
- Donna Tubbs: Oh, Rallo. Oh, I'm sending this one in to "Parade" magazine.
- Rallo Tubbs: Oh, I'm glad you find it so delightful. Your daughter's not long for this Earth, woman.
- Donna Tubbs: Rallo, sit. How do I put this? Once a month, a woman bleeds uncontrollably.
- Rallo Tubbs: From where?
- Donna Tubbs: From her...
- [whistles]
- Rallo Tubbs: Oh.
- [runs away screaming]
- Cleveland Brown: So, Donna, how does it feel to be married to a joke? And not a good joke, but a bad joke like that one I heard on "Saturday Night Live" that one time.
- Donna Tubbs: Oh, I won't have my man comparing himself to anything on NBC.