Marie: So you're not having an affair with Harriet Lichtman?
Frank: Was there an offer?
Robert: See, Ma? I told you it was nothing.
Marie: Huh, you would think I'd be happier. Come on, Robby.
Robert: Dad, if you want, you can use me for stuff 'cause I wouldn't mind the occasional compliment even if it is from your wazoo.