Robert: What's going on here? I'm getting complaints about the treats coming from this house.
Debra: Oh my God. Oh my God. Ray, the neighbors! We're gonna have to move now.
Frank: What, what? Were you saving them for something?
Ray: Yes! As a matter of fact, yes!
Debra: All right, Ray.
Ray: The things, Debra. We have no more things! Dracula! Dracula! [runs out]
Frank: I don't get it. What's the big deal?
Robert: What's the big deal? [whispers in Frank's ear]
Frank: [to Debra] You are sick.