Frank: All right, they're gone. Listen. You gotta make Debra quit.
Ray: What?
Frank: Get her outta there.
Ray: What are you talkin' about? You just said everything was fine.
Frank: I lied. The truth is... The guys at the lodge are... ogling your woman.
Ray: What do you mean? Is Debra really flirting with them?
Frank: No, no, it's not her. It's the guys. They stare at her, and then they exchange looks with each other. And then when she leaves the room, well, let's just say there's been some... commentary.
Ray: Oh, my God!
Frank: I know. I hate hearing those things. Debra's like a daughter to me. And yet, these men are my brothers. It's a pickle, I tell you!