Debra: Let me ask you something, Ray. Did you say what you said to my mother to be cruel, or is that just how you feel? "Men just want someone different."
Frank: She's got you in the crosshairs.
Marie: That's how you feel, isn't it, Frank?
Frank: What the hell did I do?
Marie: Oh, don't play dumb with me, mister. You'd love to have someone different, wouldn't you?
Frank: That's a secret?
Marie: I'm not kidding around, Frank. And, Raymond, how could you? Where is your compassion? The woman has tears in her eyes because she's been replaced, and not by some young hotsie-totsie girl, but by an older woman. What is happening? How can you fight that? And a husband who's just said to her, "It's not your looks, it's not your body, it's you." That's disgusting. And you're all the same.
Frank: Hey! I am nothing like this guy.
Ray: Hey, Dad!
Frank: No, sir. You're on your own. I want to eat tonight. The sins of the son shall not bother the father.