Frank: Let's eat. Now this is what I call a vacation. Three days of sitting in front of the TV eating, napping on the couch, soaking in my new hot tub. Nobody nagging at me: "Frank, take out the trash." "Frank, cover your mouth when you burp." "Frank, that's no place for a Q-tip." I'm free! I'm footloose and fancy-free! [dances] Oh, oh, oh.
Robert: Come on, you've got the part!
Frank: I'm not kidding. I really popped it this time.
Robert: You did not.
Frank: I did too.
Robert: Let me see. [Frank groans] You just had to dance.