Marie: Ooh, Raymond, nobody says you're annoying. You're just blowing this whole thing out of proportion.
Ray: Well, am I?
Frank: Yeah, I-I don't hate you. I wonder why that is.
Ray: Just say it. I'm annoying! Right? I got the same nasal voice. I look droopy like him. I'm negative.
Frank: No, no, no, I know all that. It's just, it's different with you. Damned if I know what it is, though.
Marie: I know what it is: You're our son.
Frank: That's it!