Frank: Ray, you want some of this action?
Ray: Look, at least he's got a dream, right?
Robert: Are you making fun, too?
Ray: No, I'm actually jealous. You have a dream. I've got nothing.
Robert: Nothing? You've got nothing?
Ray: What?
Robert: House, wife, little daughter, twin boys. That's nothing to you? That was my dream! Hello! So why don't you go take your little mid-life "I'm shrinking, I'm dying, I don't have any dreams" and go right back across the street to paradise.