Frank: Where's the ketchup in this house?
Debra: Oh, my God. What are you doing here?
Frank: Looking for ketchup.
Marie: That's what you're worried about? It's your fault that Debra and the kids are sick.
Frank: What?
Marie: Your friend Leon, with his cheap coats.
Frank: Those coats were very expensive.
Marie: He made everyone sick.
Debra: Please, my head.
Marie: And how about those $9 slacks?
Frank: You loved the color.
Marie: They ripped the first day.
Frank: I didn't read the thing. You're not supposed to sit in them. They're not sit-down slacks.