Robert: [enters] Ma wanted me to tell you she's making frittatas.
Debra: Robert, you have a will, right?
Robert: Why? What did you hear? Is that why Ma's making frittatas?
Debra: No, Ray and I were talking about wills, and he doesn't want to make one.
Robert: Oh, why not?
Debra: He thinks it's gonna tempt fate.
Robert: No, no, no, silly. If you don't have a will you're tempting fate. "I don't need a will. I'm gonna live forever." Manhole!
Ray: I don't know.
Robert: Raymond, listen to me. You need to have a will and eat a fibrous breakfast every morning and nothing can touch you.