Debra: You know what I think? I think you love that bull. I think you were so happy he found you, because he's a two-ton excuse for your life! That's right. You were a victim before that bull. You've been a victim your whole life, because there's nothing easier than playing the victim, is there, Robert?
Robert: Why are you picking on me?
Debra: See? Again! "Wah wah wah, my mother doesn't pay enough attention to me. I broke up with my girlfriend. Raymond has a better life than me. Wah wah wah."
Robert: I don't say "wah wah wah."
Debra: You're sounding like that right now.
Robert: That's because I just said "wah wah wah!" Listen, bad stuff happens to me, okay? I don't imagine these things, I'm just reporting the facts.
Debra: The fact is, you love to suffer. You were so mad about having to leave your parent's house.
Robert: Are you out of your mind? I couldn't wait to get out of there.
Debra: Oh, really? You don't seem so happy to be here.
Robert: I have a milk situation.
Debra: Admit it, you loved being at your parent's house, because that's the Holy Land of self-pity. You weren't unhappy because you had three more weeks to stay there, you were unhappy because you had only three more weeks to stay there.
Robert: [wails] Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Maybe you're right, Debra!