Robert: Hey, Ma.
Marie: Hi, Robbie.
Robert: Did you want something?
Marie: Yes, sit down, dear. Have a seat. Now I know yesterday might have been a little rough on you, but I want you to know no matter what was said, you're my boy, and you'll always be my boy and I love you.
Robert: Thanks, Ma.
[Marie puts a towel around Robert's neck and grabs a pair of scissors]
Robert: Ma, what are you doing?
Marie: Number 19 on the list. Your little ear hairs.