Marie: Frank, what the hell is this?
Frank: I'm not ready for ice cream yet.
Marie: This is our tax refund check. It was stuck to the bottom of the ice cream. You've been on my back for a month, telling me that I lost it. I'm not the one who eats ice cream in this house.
Frank: Oh, you eat ice cream.
Marie: Tofutti. I eat Tofutti.
Frank: You tell your friends you eat Tofutti, but then you eat my ice cream. Take a look at the Tofutti. There's not a dent in the Tofutti.
Marie: If I do eat ice cream, and I'm not saying that I do, I put it in a bowl like a person, not on the table where it gets stuck to an important check that somebody accuses me of losing.