Marie: Stop! Stop! Stop! There's all this strange food in the refrigerator. But first, let's put everything back where it was, and then I'll go food shopping.
Robert: No, Ma, we're not putting anything back. You understand? The furniture is staying right here, and so is my Muscleflex. Okay? This is our house now! And if you'll excuse me, good night.
[After Robert sits down on the exercise machine and does one rep, his arms are jolted back and a bar swings up and hits him in the stomach]
Robert: Aaah! Oohh! [the bar swings up again] Oohhh! Oohhh!
Amy: Robert, may I say something?
Robert: No! No, see, I know you, okay? And you're gonna start talking, and then you're gonna be all nice and sweet and loving, and then we're screwed! [stands up] This is definitely not a sex machine.