Ray: Well, so what, Ma? That doesn't mean anything.
Marie: Then why did you write it? Was it something I did?
Ray: I don't know. It was probably nothing that you did.
Marie: Oh, so it's what I thought. You just generally hated me.
Ray: What are you talking about? I was a kid. Every kid probably wrote that.
Marie: Robby didn't. You want to know what he wrote on the same day?
Ray: Oh, no. No. No, Ma.
Marie: "Terrific chicken tonight."
Ray: That's a fake book, Ma!
Marie: What?
Ray: No, that's a decoy. The real one's in a safe deposit box at First National!
Marie: You know how crazy you sound?