Gary, you're not listening to me. I'm not a prostitute or a lesbian. We'll get...

Roberta: Gary, you're not listening to me. I'm not a prostitute or a lesbian. Gary: We'll get professional help. I don't care how much it costs. The important thing is, I want you to come home with me. Roberta: Why? Gary: Why? What do you mean, why? Roberta: I mean, why do you want me to come home with you, Gary? Gary: [holds up hands] Come on, don't get excited, all right? Don't get excited. What, are you on drugs or something now? Roberta: God. [covers her face with her hands] Roberta: Look at me. Gary: I looked at you. You look ridiculous. Roberta: I mean, look at me, Gary. Look at me. [when he does] Roberta: I'm not coming home with you. Gary: You're just tired. [she smiles slightly and shakes her head] Gary: Why don't you get changed and we'll talk about it at home, all right? [holds out his hand] Gary: Come on. Come on. [she doesn't] Gary: Fine. That's fine. I'm gonna go outside and I'll wait for five minutes. And if you're not there, I'm gonna leave without you. Roberta: Goodbye, Gary.