Bob: After I painted Midge's bathroom pink sprinkled a little lavender water in her toilet, like she likes, I went out and got these chocolates. I hope she likes 'em. I guess we'll find out when she comes back, huh?
Red: Bob, she- I- Aw, Bob, you poor, dumb son of a bitch.
Bob: That's mean.
Red: Bob, she's not coming back.
Bob: Yes, she is.
Red: No, she's not.
Bob: Yes, she is.
Red: No, she's not.
Bob: Yes, she is.
Red: No, she's not!
Bob: Yes, she is!
Red: Fine! These chocolates are for Midge, Bob? They're for Midge? Fine! Let's give 'em to Midge! Here you go, Midge!
Bob: You're throwing away Midgie's chocolates.
Red: And why would I do that, Bob?
Bob: 'Cause you're mean!
Red: And why else?
Bob: She's not coming back, is she? I knew that.
Red: Listen, you wanna go get a beer?
Bob: Yeah. Yeah. [chuckles] You're a good friend. I might cry.
Red: And I might hit you.