Miranda: Who is this and what is she doing in my bedroom?
Magda: It is the Virgin Mary.
Miranda: And where's my other thing?
Magda: What thing?
Miranda: You know the thing, the thing, don't make me say it. The thing you moved and replaced with this lady.
Magda: In bathroom, middle drawer next to hair dryer. But no man will marry you if that is by bed. It means you don't need him.
Miranda: Magda, what I don't need is another mother. I have one in Philadelphia and that's close enough. I need a housekeeper who will clean my apartment and stop judging me because I'm a thirty-four year old single woman living in New York. I drink coffee and have sex and buy pies and enjoy battery operated devices. If you can't deal with that, I will find a another housekeeper who can.