Frank: I remember one time I took him to the lodge, and he spotted a jar of pickles on the bar. So I give him one and he starts doing his thing. And all my buddies start feeding him more pickles to watch him do it. And you know what? Turns out those pickles were on that bar when the lodge opened in 1952. Robert threw up like Niagara Falls. [laughs] Oh, well. Does that solve your mystery?
Amy: No, but now I know why Robert screams at pickles.