Frank: Enough with all this crap! Regret is a waste of time. My father used to be working on the road 40 weeks a year. When he'd come back home, you think he had time for regrets? He'd have a drink, punish me for whatever I did, and then hit the road again. Okay, so what am I gonna do? Ask him to quit his job so he can play with me or something?
Marie: Oh, Frank.
Frank: What?
Marie: You never told me anything about this. See? It's good to talk. Come on, open up to me. I'm here for you.
Frank: Okay, look, I was lying about my old man. He was a jolly guy who gave me puppies and chocolate coins, so just slide back over, okay?