Frank: Hey, get a load of this, Robert. Raymond says I'm fired!
Ray: That's right, you're fired!
Robert: You fired him? You want to fire me?
Frank: You can't fire me!
Ray: Look, Dad, I'm not a kid anymore, okay? I don't like the way you treat me and I don't like the way you treat the help either, so that's it.
Frank: Fine! Paint your own damn house.
Robert: Wow.
Ray: That's right. Now I'm in charge of this now. Okay, and the first thing we're going to do lunch.
Robert: Yeah, but it's only 9:30-
Ray: Lunch! Hey, you can't come in like that, you're soaking wet.