Robert: Hey, everybody. I took Amy out last night to the greatest new seafood restaurant, and I'm gonna take all of you there next Saturday, huh? What do you think?
Ray: If I just knew why Jerry hated me, you know... I mean, that's what's killing me.
Marie: I'm gonna write that man a letter.
Robert: Hello, nice announcement here from somebody else.
Marie: That's very nice, Robbie. Just give me his address, and I'll take care of it.
Robert: Oh my God. This is unbelievable.
Ray: I know. Why would a guy hate me?
Robert: What is with you? You can't believe that somebody could hate you? Is it so impossible to fathom that somewhere in this vast cosmos there might exist a single entity that thinks you suck?
Marie: Robbie, we do not say "suck." And if we did, Raymond certainly wouldn't.
Ray: No. What's your problem, man?
Robert: I'm just tired of this. You have the tiniest problem, and we all have to stop and rock you in your snuggly till you're all better. I've been saying this for 40 years.
Ray: You could've used some of that time to wash your feet.