Robert: Ma, are you saying that you have no regrets about me?
Marie: Please, Robert, not everything is about you.
Robert: Nothing is about me! Nothing! Let me tell you something. I got regrets. Oh, boy, do I got regrets.
Marie: Come on, Robby, you're bringing everybody down.
Robert: Everybody else got to go, I'm going! Let's see, regrets. Hmm, quite a menu. Where shall I start?
Ray: How about that haircut?