Robert: Shower's broken. Must have been loose, because when I fiddled with it it came right out of the wall.
Ray: Oh, what are you doing? What are you taking a shower over here for?
Marie: Well, he came home from work, and we were here and you know your brother, he doesn't like to be alone in the house.
Robert: Could we go now? I'm cold.
Marie: Oh, sure. Come on, let's go. Let's go.
Debra: Uh, that's my towel. But we can get it later.
Frank: I'll patch the shower up for you tomorrow.
Ray: Of course you will.
Robert: You know that shampoo that says "No more tears"?
Ray: Yeah.
Robert: There's tears.