Marie: No, sweetheart, both my boys are gorgeous. In their own way. But I think that Robert sort of takes after me a bit more, whereas you favor your father.
Frank: [enters in his underwear] Marie. Marie, what's the difference between a bunion and a corn?
Marie: Do you know that your son here doesn't think he's good-looking?
Frank: What do you mean, you're not good-looking? You look like me.
Marie: There you go.