Marie: Now, you talk to me.
Frank: All right. Look, I, uh know the boys did their best. I know, uh, it's my own stupid fault people aren't crazy about me and I'm sorry to everybody.
Marie: You're just saying that so I'll leave you alone. You still can't think of anything nice to say about me?
Frank: How about I sleep on it?
Marie: It's all jokes.
[Marie turns off her bedside lamp and turns away from Frank. He gets out of bed, goes to the bathroom and returns to Marie's side of the bed. Frank turns the lamp on and starts cleaning Marie's face with a washcloth]
Marie: Frank, what are you doing? No, no, I need that. Frank! Fr- [Frank keeps going]
Frank: I like you better without the crap on your face. [they hug] Okay?
Marie: You should try and say something like that to me every day.
Frank: I'll try. Hey, uh...
Marie: What?
Frank: Well, I am Man of the Year.
Marie: Yes, you are.
Frank: And I'm looking to move up from Man Once a Year. [Marie laughs] See? With the humor.