Frank: Let me tell you something, when I came back from Korea, I had no money, no skills. Sure I was good with a bayonet. But you can't put that in a resume, it puts people off. I had nothing!
Ray: You had Mom. [Frank shrugs] Sorry.
Frank: I worked in a restaurant, a meatpacking plant, a bowling alley, and they all ended the same way with the same lame-ass excuse: "Broke too many dishes", "Too slow with the giblets", "I'm sorry, you've been replaced by a machine that rolls the ball back."
Ray: You were an accountant.
Frank: Yeah, by the time you came along, I was an accountant. Not even an accountant, bookkeeper.
Ray: So? So what? That's a good career.
Frank: That's a job! You think I liked it? Sitting there all day? And then the traffic, the idiots. That is life. And you've got to be tough. I tried to show you that.