Frank: You gotta talk to him!
Ray: Look, relax, Dad, all right? It's like when he was eight years old, he wanted to be an astronaut and he wore a pot on his head the whole time. It's the same thing.
Marie: It's fine with me. 'Cause I happen to have a very open mind.
Frank: Yeah.
Marie: Come on, jackass. And I mean jackass.