Ray: I don't like talking.
Robert: You mean, you don't like talking to me.
Ray: That's right. I don't like talking about this stuff with you. It gives me the creeps. You're my brother.
Robert: Wanna talk about Dad?
Ray: No, no, no. I just want it to be like before.
Robert: Where you didn't talk to me at all?
Ray: No.
Robert: Oh, come on, admit it, Raymond. You never wanted to be close.
Ray: Close? You grew up in the same room as me. You live right across the street. You're over at my house every day. How much closer can we be?