Marie: Hey, Ray, darling. Merry Christmas.
Ray: Merry Christmas. Okay. Oh, did Rockefeller Center turn it down again this year? It's a shame. Here, Ma. Debra says thanks for the clothes.
Frank: What clothes?
Marie: It's your junk. Like that ratty moth-eaten gray sweater.
Frank: Moth-eaten? Marie, I love that sweater. And I don't wanna see any wild-eyed weirdo marching around in my clothes.
Marie: Welcome to my world, Frank. [exits]
Frank: Holidays are a very stressful time for your mother.