Bride of Ida

Ida: In our country, after the boy turns sixteen, he becomes a "baroche". We watch this boy for one year. When he is ready, he is plucked from his mother's teat and thrown into the town square where he must battle with the other boys for dominance.

Malcolm: Wait, up until this point they're still breastfeeding?

Ida: [quietly] It keeps families close.

Ida: [resuming her dramatic narrative] The boys fight each other with all their might. When it is over, the one left standing is the man. The rest are "dronska". Then more breasts are offered to the proud, young man. But these are not the withered spigots of the mother. No, these are the ripe, inviting, pleasure-domes of the virgins of the village, presented dripping with wine.

Reese: [ecstatically] Our family comes from the coolest country in the *world!*