Debra: Listen, I came over here to- to- to try- [Marie turns around] Marie, are you kidding?
Marie: Here's a little sauce left, would you like some?
Frank: No sauce. Talk! For God's sake, talk to her!
Marie: Would you like some, Robert?
Robert: I'll have a little bit.
Frank: You take that sauce and I'll kill you. No one's having your sauce until you talk to her!
[Marie pours the sauce down the sink]
Debra: Well, Marie, I don't know what I was thinking coming over here, because this past month of you not talking to me has been the best month of my life!