Marie: I don't understand. I was just trying to help you.
Robert: Oh, help, help. You're trying to help me? Like the guy who shaves your ankles before the electric chair? Is that the kind of help?! Thanks for the help! What do I owe you?!
Marie: All right. You're upset because you feel your interview didn't go as well as it could, and I'm sorry, too. But that doesn't give you the right to lash out at me.
Robert: Listen to me, woman! Now, if this was the only time that you ever screwed me up, I just would have gone home and said, "Oh, that Mom." But this is just the latest in your psychotic series of attempts to keep me down!