Marie: Raymond, please talk to him.
Ray: What? No, no. No way.
Frank: Come on, he's your brother.
Ray: He's your son!
Frank: You're gonna throw that in my face?
Marie: Raymond, we don't know what else to do.
Ray: Well, look, he's probably just going stir-crazy here. Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you guys move?
Marie: Why would you say that?
Ray: Hmm. I'll talk to him.
Marie: I don't understand why you would want-
Ray: I'm talking to him!