Frank: What is this, a party? What? You lock me out to keep me away from cake now?
Marie: Just go home, Frank.
Ray: Yeah, Dad, go. How come you're not at the lodge?
Frank: The pool's got a fungus. Well, what's the party for, the Dalai Lama over here?
Ray: Okay. Come on. Please, Dad, not now.
Frank: [sings] Hello, Dolly.
Debra: Frank.
Frank: [sings] Well, hello, Dolly.
Ray: Dad!
Frank: [sings] It's so nice that my son's head is full of crap.