Robert: Raymond around?
Debra: No, he's out buying himself a new putter.
Robert: Isn't that nice for him? So, how are you?
Debra: I'm fine.
Robert: That's good. I'm glad one of us is fine.
Debra: You're not fine, Robert?
Robert: Well, you know me. I don't do well with the tension. It gets me right in the gut. And this thing with you and my mom... Muy tensionoso.
Debra: Is that Spanish for "very tense?"
Robert: I don't know. All I know is I'm popping antacids like they're cocktail peanuts.