Robert: Get up, Dad. I got him.
Debra: Are you all right, Frank?
Frank: I'm all right.
Marie: Oh, thank God! I bet it's the fish!
Debra: It could just as well have been the turkey.
Ray: Well, let's go to the field for the call. Oh, that is a piece of fish.
Marie: I knew it!
Debra: You must be very happy.
Marie: What? What?
Ray: Ma, this is supposed to be Debra's Thanksgiving. Look how you're acting here.
Frank: Will somebody please pass the fish? It's good.
Robert: Dad, here's a little advice: chew.