Marie: Do you know that the fruit keeps coming month after month? He's got us in some kind of a cult.
Ray: It's not a cult, Ma. It's a club.
Frank: What do you mean, month after month? For how long?
Ray: A year.
Frank: My God, are you out of your mind?
Ray: Sorry. I'm so sorry, Dad.
Frank: What do you think we are? Invalids? We can't go out and get our own fruit?
Marie: I tried to tell him.
Ray: All right, I'm canceling the fruit club!
Marie: Oh, good. Thank you, Raymond. Thank you. And don't do that again.
Frank: Like we don't have enough problems!