Ray: Hey, wait a minute. How did it go?
Robert: Well, I believe I administered and evaluated the test correctly. And I feel I did pretty good. Good night.
Ray: Well, who cares about you? Tell us the scores.
Debra: It's not about us, Ray. Robert, just placate him. Tell him the scores.
Marie: [to Frank] Placate: To appease, to make feel better.
Robert: The scores aren't really important.
Debra: I know that, but your brother seems-
Robert: Yeah, but I'm not supposed-
Debra: Tell us the scores! I'm just curious.