Marie: Frank never told you that braciole was the very first thing I ever cooked for him?
Ray: Oh, boy.
Debra: No, I didn't know that.
Marie: You didn't know that? Do you know what he said to me when he tasted my braciole in 1955? He said, "Be my bride."
Frank: Marie, come on.
Marie: "Be my bride," Frank. "Be my bride." But it's very clear now that you'll go to any girl with a pot.
Frank: You hardly make it for me anymore!
Marie: 'Cause I didn't want you to get sick of it.
Frank: I'm 64 years old. What are you saving it for?