Robert: Ten, eleven... Wait a minute. There's a teaspoon missing! There's supposed to be twelve teaspoons, there's only eleven! Ma!
Frank: What the hell! What are you yappin' about?!
Robert: There's supposed to be twelve teaspoons. This is an incomplete set!
Frank: What party are you gonna give with twelve guests?
Robert: A big party, 'cause it'll be the reading of your will! Maybe it got scraped into the trash can. Maybe it's in the trash.
[Ray appears in the window with a spoon balanced on his nose. He knocks on the window. Robert turns around, his hands caked in dirt from the trash.]
Robert: That is not funny!