Ray: Dad. Dad, what are you doing?
Sam: You're right, Mr. Barone.
Ray: Ho ho, whoa whoa!
Robert: Excuse me?
Sam: I'm being a wimp. I can handle this!
Frank: Okay, then quit blubbering. You're making me sick.
Sam: Yeah! You see, this is what I love about this man. My own father candy-coated everything. "Oh, you're great. You can do anything. I love you." blah, blah, blah, blah. Thank you, Mr. Barone.