Marie: Robbie, you're out late tonight. Where were you?
Robert: Uh, nowhere, Ma. I was just out. Raymond, do you have a minute? Could I...
Ray: What?
Marie: Something is wrong. What is it? Is it something with Amy? [off Robert's look] I knew it! That's the look you have every time you break up with her!
Debra: Oh, Robert, not again?!
Marie: You broke up with Amy. You know that you're killing me, Robbie?! Do you even care that you're killing me?!
Robert: Ma!
Marie: Dig a grave and throw me in!
Frank: I've got a shovel.