Stan: Dude, so you won out. I figured you would. I overheard Blanche telling the girls last night that you got all the brains, charm and sex appeal, while your brother Rob the slob batted a big fat zero.
Blanche: OK, Rob, I'm ready. Let's go.
Stan: You're Rob?
Rob: Bye, Blanche.
Blanche: Why? What's wrong?
Rob: Ask him.
Blanche: Stan?
Stan: I thought Rob was Bob and I guess said something I shouldn't have.
Blanche: Stan, I'm gonna kill you.