Ray: You're a sick man!
Robert: What the hell is wrong with you?!
Ray: I'll tell you! I'll tell you what's wrong with him! He's a sick man! You're a sick man!
Robert: Sick man!
Frank: You tried to scare me, huh?! When you mess with the bull, you get the horns.
Marie: What's going on here?
Frank: Got 'em again, Marie! Terrified them!
Marie: Oh, Frank!
Ray: He's a sick man, Ma!
Marie: I know. Did he scare you?
Robert: Uh-huh.
Marie: Oh, come on. Let's go downstairs, all right? I'll make you boys some cocoa and I still have the butter cookies. Everything will be fine, honey. I'll protect you from your mean 'ol daddy. lsn't this nice? I love it!
Frank: Scared myself a little.