Frank: You know, Ray when I retired, I thought, "Well, this is it." You know, sometimes I just sit there saying: "l got nothing left." But with this writing thing, it's like I got a new lease on life. I can't describe it. It's like for the first time, in a whole lot of years I feel... good.
Ray: That's good, Dad. That's nice. I'm glad.
Frank: Well, I got you to thank for it. You're a writer. I look at you, and I see what I had in me. Hey, you know, now we know where your talent comes from. So, go on, show me your chops. Did you know Mark Twain had a son who was a writer?
Ray: No.
Frank: You know what they called him?
Ray: No.
Frank: Choo-Choo. [laughs] Choo-Choo Twain! That was in the Digest.