Marie: That's wonderful, dear. How much you win?
Ray: I got a trophy, Ma. Big, big trophy.
Frank: No cash?
Ray: No. No, just the trophy. But because of that trophy...
Marie: That's nice. You got a nice trophy. Nice gold trophy.
Ray: Actually it's silver, Ma.
Marie: Well, I thought silver was for second place. I'm sure it's a very nice trophy.
Frank: Yeah. You bust your ass all year long, at least they could throw you a few dollars.
Ray: Dad, it's more of a prestige thing.
Frank: Yeah? Take the prestige thing to the market and see how many eggs you bring home.