"Here, take these underwear, they are too big for me."
"Are you saying I'm fatter than you?"
"No, I just know they are too big for me."
Lifts up enormous granny panties (or as she used to call them, nipple huggers). Paulie could wash the car with them.
"Mom! I don't even wear these kind of underwear! I wear NICE underwear, I wear LACE underwear!" (Thank you France, and thank you Hanky Panky)
"I thought maybe, you know, period underwear!"
"You thought wrong. No."
"But I don't want them to go to waste."
"Ok, let's say I do want these, which pair did you try on?"
Looking at the opened pack of five: "Hmm, I don't remember"
So Mom, suddenly a pillar of thrift, is asking me to play underwear roulette.