Ray: "My father is the reason I became a sports writer. Growing up, he took me to every game he could, teaching me to appreciate the thrill of competition, the grace of athletes, and the wonder of a properly topped hot dog. But sadly, my father has become a symbol of what is wrong with sports today. My father is Frank Barone, who is now holding a football for ransom, hoping to squeeze out a couple of dollars and a few minutes in the limelight. I see now that my father and I no longer share the same idea of sports, or, for that matter, life. And because he'll never apologize, I'll do it. Sorry, Ron Fernandez. Sorry, Hofstra University. Sorry, sports fans everywhere. You deserve better. We all do." So?
Debra: Wow.
Robert: Not bad. I should read your stuff more often.
Marie: It's beautifully written and so honest. [rips it up]
Ray: What are you doing?! Give me that! You just said that it was good!
Marie: It's exceptional, but you can't print that. You don't attack your family in public.
Ray: What are you talking about? You took a swing at him at the mall last week.
Marie: That's different. He was doing skits in the lingerie store.