Peter: Man, I just didn't see this one coming. I mean, every night my mother would leave a plate of cookies and a cup of hot cocoa outside my door. Does that say "Get the hell out" to you?
Robert: Yeah, they send you all these mixed signals. My mom was the same way. With the food, all the meats and the sauces. You're all doped up like a bear in the zoo. You don't want to be there, but you lose the will to escape.