Frank: Damn it, Marie. The elastic is completely shot on these pants.
Sam: Mr. Barone?
Frank: Who are you?
Sam: Sam Gilula! "Sammy boy" from Pelk Accounting?
Frank: Oh, my God! Sammy aren't you a sight for sore eyes? [pulls up his stretchy pants]
Robert: Bet it's nice to see those pants again, huh, Sam?