Frank: This is a nuthouse. I'll come back when it's calmer. Let's go, Marie.
Marie: I'm not coming.
Frank: But I'm still hungry.
Marie: And I'm still not coming. Chop your own damn celery.
Frank: Fine. Who needs you? I'll do it myself! [walks away, returns] Where are the knives? [Marie laughs] Never mind. I'll use my razor.