Ray: Listen, Robert, sorry. You know him, he's crazy. You know him. He's "Peter, Peter, Ritalin eater."
Robert: It's true what he said, Raymond, isn't it?
Ray: What?
Robert: That the girls made you throw me this party, and that the other one wasn't a decoy and that that was all you were gonna do.
Ray: No, man, no, no.
Robert: No, no, look, Raymond, it's okay. I know you. I know that sometimes you can be a little selfish and thoughtless... dishonest. Remember Halloween, 1967? You unwrapped a chocolate bar out of my bag and replaced it with a cat poo?
Ray: I'm sorry. I don't blame you for being mad at me.
Robert: No look, I'm not mad at you, Raymond. And you know why?
Ray: Because somewhere there's a cat poo waiting for me?
Robert: No. In spite of all of this, when you said that you were happy that I was happy, you meant that. And that was the best surprise.
Ray: Yeah, okay-
Robert: No, no. You- You meant that. And that means the most to me. Well, I gotta hug ya!