Marie: You know what, Robbie? You need to air this place out overnight. And tomorrow I'll come in and give it a good once-over. So tonight you'll sleep at our house, and I don't wanna hear any argument from you.
Robert: All right, if that's what you want.
Debra: Come on, let's go home and we can have the cake there.
Marie: Oh, no, no, no, no, dear. I have some cake at home. Why don't we leave your cake here? It goes so well with this apartment.
Robert: [to Debra] Hurts so good, huh?