Debra: He left? [Robert nervously nods]
Amy: I can't believe this! You don't just drive off and leave a person.
Robert: Hey, Debra, you want me to drive you over there?
Amy: Yes, Robert will drive you over there. Come on, Deb. Don't let this ruin your big night out. Oh, look at you all dressed up. You're like a beauty queen. Isn't she like a beauty queen?
Robert: Yes. Like, um... an angry Miss New York.
Amy: And I love your shoes.
Robert: Yes, mighty fine kicks you have there, mighty fine. And your hair is nicely accessorized.
Amy: Why would Ray do something like this?
Robert: I've been saying it for 40 years: he's a terrible person.