Frank: Uh, you're right, I have been making a mess here. We'll just go over to Debra's.
Marie: What are you talking about?
Frank: Yeah, yeah, I'll get outta your hair.
Marie: No, don't be silly. Sit.
Frank: No, no, no, it's easy enough to go across the street. Come on, Ray.
Marie: No, no, no. Why would you do that? You know what you need? Grilled cheese.
Frank: Double cheese? No crust?
Marie: Of course. Sit. Would you like a grilled cheese, Raymond?
Ray: You got bacon?
Marie: Of course. How about you, Rob?
Robert: No, thank you.
Marie: Okay, then, two grilled cheese, coming up. [exits]
Frank: [to Ray] I love you.