Ray: All right. Thank you. You got one of those seats that keeps falling down. Don't worry, though. It all worked out.
Peter: [to Hank & Pat] You're the worst parents in the whole world!
Ray: Okay. Good night. [heads for the door]
Peter: Wait, Ray! You know something? I don't need to live here anymore! I'll just go where I'm appreciated, okay? And I hope Jesus does a good job mowing the lawn! Ray, give me a hand with these, will you? Thanks.
Ray: What happened? What's going on? Where's he going?
[cut to a horrified Ray in the car with Peter and his cat]