Marie: All right, Frank. What's going on?
Frank: What?
Marie: Well, something's wrong. You don't just say no to pie, and touch my shoulder, and think. You have been acting weird ever since we got back from the hospital today.
Frank: Uh, on second thought, I do want sex. You're so beautiful, I can't resist you, honey.
Marie: Really? Since when do you say that? Usually all I get is, "Hey, come here a minute." What is it, Frank? Just tell me.
Frank: Okay, it's no big deal now, but you gotta promise not to tell anybody I told you.
Marie: Of course I promise. What is it?
Frank: When you were in the hospital and went to the bathroom, the nurse came out and said they were having a little trouble waking up Ray from the knockout stuff.
Marie: What?!
Frank: But two seconds later, he was fine. Perfectly fine.
Marie: My son almost dies, and you don't tell me?!
Frank: He was fine. [Marie gets out of bed] Where are you going?
Marie: What is wrong with you?!
Frank: He's fine. Marie, wait. Hey, come here a minute.