Frank: All right, Marie! I get it! You're ticked off at me because of all this Amy crap. Even though I tried to talk these two out of it.
Ray: What? Get outta here!
Robert: What? What are you talking about?
Frank: Now, stop ignoring me and make me some lunch! I'm feeling pot-roasty.
Marie: Make it yourself.
Frank: Myself? What are you talking about?!
Marie: I'm onto you. You pretend to be a stupid ass so I can wait on you hand and foot. It's over. [Frank sits down]
Ray: Dad, you just gonna take that?
Frank: 45 years, I had a good run.