Frank: "Teenage boys can be shy and awkward. Their voices crack, their skin breaks out, and they're afraid of anything in a dress. This was especially true for my son Roy."
Ray: Dad, you're writing about me!
Frank: It says Roy.
Ray: Oh, thanks, Dod.
Frank: Hey, look, I'm using what we call "artistic license" there. Sure, I'm writing about my kid, but it's got to come off like anybody's kid. You see, I have to write as the Everyman.
Ray: You're the Everyman?
Frank: Right. It's got to mean something to Debra and Marie, the guy in snowbound Sweden looking for a laugh.
Ray: Oh, especially him. Yeah, okay.
Ray: Look, Dad, I got a column due in about an hour. All right? So I'm gonna see you.
Frank: "Roy, being a typical teenager, was besieged by raging hormones making it difficult for him to keep his mind on his studies."