Robert: Hold on, Ma. Did you really mean those nice things you said about me. You know, about my strength and my goodness and my teeth?
Marie: I wouldn't have said them if I didn't mean them.
Robert: And I really am the favorite?
Ray: Ma?
Marie: I'm sorry you had to hear it like this, Raymond. [winks and then smiles]
Robert: You know what, Ma? I think Amy and I can give it a shot.
Marie: Whatever you want, dear.