Robert: People hate you, Raymond. They hate you. They're out there, man.
Ray: Maybe you hate me.
Robert: You know what? If I did, it wouldn't bother you as much as some guy you don't even know hating you.
Ray: You've always hated me. You just never had the guts to say it.
Robert: Oh no? Are we doing garlic bread, or what?
Marie: Robbie doesn't hate you. Eat something.
Robert: Maybe I do hate you.
Marie: Robbie!
Ray: Maybe I hate you, too!
Marie: Raymond!