Frank: Ah, I feel like I'm back in the womb.
Sal: 15 years you've been coming to me, Frank. How come you finally sprung for a shave?
Frank: Times are good, Sal. Times are good.
Ray: [enters] Hey, Dad.
Frank: Hey, Ray. Sal, this is my son Ray.
Sal: A son? 15 years you never told me you had a son!
Frank: I got two. This one's a sports writer, a great sports writer.
Ray: Aw, come on, Dad.
Frank: Oh, don't be modest. He's one of the best. You ever hear of Ray Barone?
Sal: Ray Barone? You're Ray Barone's father?! 15 years you never told me your last name!
Frank: I didn't want to bother you.