Marie: Frank?
Frank: Yeah?
Marie: What are you doing?
Frank: Just thinking.
Marie: What's the matter, the TV broken?
Frank: No.
Marie: Look, if you're worried about Robert eating that last piece of pie, why don't you go down and get it right now? [After Marie rolls over, Frank turns to her and places his hand on her shoulder] Frank, get the pie yourself.
Frank: I don't want the pie. What, a guy can't just touch his wife's shoulder?
Marie: Frank, it's late, and I'm not in the mood.
Frank: Uh, this ain't that. You know, I was thinking sometimes I say stuff, like, you know, "You're old. You got a big mouth. You're a pain in the ass."
Marie: Oh well, now I'm in the mood.
Frank: No, I don't know what the hell I'm saying. It's just that I'm glad we're... You know?