Frank: Come on, Robert.
Robert: Where are we going?
Frank: To the lodge to tell the story. You go in before me and build me up. I don't like to toot my own horn.
Robert: No, no, I'm not comfortable with that.
Frank: Oh, yeah? How was living in my house for 40 years? Was that comfortable?
Robert: All right, all right.
Frank: I believe you were comfortable eating my food, watching my TV, wearing the springs out of my furniture with your two-ton rump.
Robert: All right!