Marie: What about Angela, Robbie? She seemed so genuine and so refined. We have so much in common.
Robert: Forget it, Ma. It's not gonna happen.
Marie: Oh, no! What did you do?
Ray: What happened, Robert? Did she eat another one?
Marie: What? Eat another what?
Robert: You don't wanna know, Ma.
Marie: You tell me right this minute, young man.
Robert: All right, Ma, fine. She eats bugs.
Frank: Come again?