Marie: Robert's killing us.
Frank: I can't take it anymore!
Ray: What are you talking about?
Frank: Your brother, he's a jerk.
Marie: No, he's not a jerk, Frank.
Frank: He acts like it's so horrible having to stay with us. It's no pony ride for us either.
Marie: He won't even do his exercises. He just sits around the house insulting us. This morning he told me that my pancakes were... dry.
Frank: And yesterday he told me I smelled like a billy-goat.
Marie: Which wasn't true yesterday.