Frank: Don't look at me like that. You cannot judge me until you've walked in my shoes.
Ray: That brings up an interesting point, Dad. What size shoes would those be? About a 12, right?
Frank: So what?
Ray: Robert, when you were 11, what sizes galoshes did you wear?
Robert: Twelve. [all look at Frank]
Frank: No more games! [exits]
Marie: Don't worry. When I move in here, we'll play games all the time.