Robert: Oh, it was going okay, and then Agent Garfield read me a letter about crazy Robert and his lucky suit.
Debra: What?
Marie: I never said "crazy."
Ray: Ma, what did you do?
Robert: She faxed the FBI a letter about how she ruined my lucky suit.
Marie: I wasn't sure it went through. It was the first time I ever used a fax machine.
Debra: Marie, why don't you go into the kitchen? Robert, how about you just stay here and maybe blink a few times?
Robert: Why would you do it? Why would you send a letter? The guy looked at me like I was a pathetic, candy-ass mama's boy.
Marie: Well, then he seems awfully critical.
Robert: He's the FBI, Ma! I wasn't applying for a job at the Gap!