Marie: Frank, what are you doing? Close the refrigerator. Put that on a plate.
Frank: I don't want a plate. I just want a couple of bites.
Marie: That's disgusting, sticking your fork in there. Now nobody else can eat it.
Frank: That's all it takes? This fork was in the ice cream, too.
Marie: [to Ray] Hi, dear. You hungry? I'm sorry, I can't offer you lasagna or ice cream.
Frank: Or chocolate cake.
Marie: He's like an animal, marking his territory. [Frank grabs Marie's behind] Hey!
Frank: Come on. That was a compliment.
Ray: God, I wish this was the wrong house.