Ray: [to Debra] Hold me, please? Oh. You were right. He shouldn't be driving the kids. He shouldn't be driving at all.
Frank: What are you blubbering about?
Ray: You! You! You're a terrible driver!
Frank: I'm a great driver!
Ray: Dad, we almost go hit!
Frank: It was in my blind spot!
Ray: What, a 20-car funeral procession? That's not a blind spot, Dad. That's west!