Marie: And Raymond is also an excellent father, which Frank, I can assure you, was not. I spent most of my time shielding these boys from his bad moods.
Ray: That's right. Every night Mom would secretly tell us how bad a mood Dad was in on a scale of one to five.
Robert: Yeah, I remember. One meant regular grouchy, and five meant "Run! Run for you lives!"
Ray: That's right.
Marie: You remember what a skinflint he was?
Ray: That's right, I remember. I remember you said, "Skinflint's the perfect word for your father, because he's cheap and bald."