Frank: I don't need you telling me how to drive. I taught you.
Ray: Yeah, well, great. I'll use your method. After everything I tell you, I'll just add the word "stupid."
Frank: Fine, then I'll burst into tears. "Don't yell at me! How can I drive when you're yelling at me!"
Ray: I'm trying to help you. Okay? Do you want to pass this test or not?
Frank: Don't worry about me. This whole family's a bunch of pansies. I've been driving for 50 years!
Ray: Yeah, maybe that's enough.
Frank: What's that suppose to mean?
Ray: Nothing.
Frank: Let me tell you something. When I started, you needed skill to drive a car. No automatic transmission. No power steering. No cup holder. Yes, sir, you needed a little muscle, Nancy.