Frank: See, now there's a line for skeeball. We're screwed!
Debra: Where have you been?
Frank: We ran into traffic.
Ray: It wasn't traffic, Dad. It was a funeral procession.
Frank: One less idiot in the world.
Marie: That's a terrible thing to say. You don't even know the person.
Frank: We met the family. And believe me, the family Van Idiot.