Robert: Yeah, yeah, you know what? Laugh all you want, 'cause I'm done.
Debra: What do you mean you're done?
Robert: Done. I'm done dating. I'm done trying to meet someone. I'm done with humiliation. I can't anymore.
Frank: There's nothing humiliating about going out the window. If your mother's apartment had been one floor lower, we wouldn't be having this conversation.