Marie: How are things, dear?
Debra: Well, better. It's been a week, so Ray's not yelling at you in his sleep anymore.
Marie: That's nice. Listen, I'm sure you've noticed over the years that Frank dresses like a derelict. Well, I have finally figured out how to remedy that situation.
Frank: [o.s.] Marie!
Marie: Oh, there he is. Now, remember I said someday I might ask you for a favor?
Frank: [o.s.] Marie!
Marie: That day has come.