Oh, come on, you hit me in the face with a tray of apple pan dowdy.

And you hit me back.

Thank you.

Oh, come on, you started that one.

Roberta...

All right, well Bob, perhaps we're just in the way here and we should make our exit and leave Monica for her apologies.

Yeah.

No, for walking out on them.

Oh, my God.

I have a little confession to make.