Robert: Dad doesn't do it.
Ray: What do you mean?
Robert: I do it. Mom, Debra, the kids do it. Dad, he's an usher.
Ray: So?
Robert: So that means he spends most of his time out here, not in there. Back here, he doesn't have to listen to all the, as he puts it, "mumbo-jumbo". That's right, Ray. Oh yeah, occasionally he'll go down the aisle with the collection basket, wink at the pretty ladies, then he hustles back to count the money and clocks out. It's a beautiful setup. Mom can't get on his case for not going to mass. He's here every Sunday serving the Lord. He's just doing it from the first-class lounge.
Ray: Oh, my God. Debra told me this was the best part of him. I knew there was no best part of him.