Marie: How are you, Robbie?
Robert: Fine. Actually, terrible. I'm pathetic, I'm a loser and everybody hates me. Could you make me something to eat?
Marie: Of course, dear. [grabs a bag of potato chips] There you go. Bye bye, dear.
Robert: Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma! Wait! What is this?
Marie: Well, don't you like potato chips anymore?
Robert: No, I do, but couldn't you make me something? I'm really feeling down here.
Marie: Oh, I'm sorry, Robbie. But the truth is, see, I'm kind of in the middle of something. But come back later and I'll make you a plate.
Robert: All right.
Marie: Robbie, wait. All right, here. Come with me.
Robert: What's going on?
Marie: I think this'll be good for you, dear.
[Marie takes Robert into the living room where Amy and Stefania are sitting on the couch]
Robert: Ma!
Marie: We've been talking.