Ray: But 40 years, it's a big milestone. Think of all the good times.
Frank: I had one good year.
Ray: There you go.
Frank: The year I left your mother.
Ray: What?
Marie: Frank! The children!
Frank: What's the big secret? We split up for a year. I came back, didn't l?
Ray: Wait. What are you talking about?
Marie: We almost got divorced.
Ray: What?
Frank: There's a sad word: "almost."