What, the part where you idiotically decided to not bother telling me what kind of good-bye it was? We agreed it was stupid. We didn't talk about the rest of it.

[Even knowing she's losing sight a little of what her point had been, Lois can't really help feeling bizarrely frustrated. She's not used to 'extended family argument's that don't end in everyone involved shouting. It's disconcerting.]

I told you--and anyway, you were there for more of it than I was.