Rob: "Where is Vic?"
Rob : "Rehab."
Rob : "Drugs?"
Rob: "Lord, no!"
Rob: "Alcohol?"
Rob: "Of course not!"
Rob : "Broken leg?"
Rob: "Nutella"
Rob: "Beg pardon?"
Rob: "He was on the kitchen floor last night, eating it with his hands. He broke down weeping"
Rob : "I had to do something with him, he was crying out for help"
Rob : "Help in what?"
Rob : "The jar ran out and the stores were closed."