Ray: All right. Stop it, will you? How can you keep doing this?
Marie: What do you mean? We're having breakfast.
Ray: Do you hear yourselves?
Frank: Why are you yelling? We're having a conversation.
Ray: No, you're not. This is not a conversation. It's bickering. That's all you do.
Frank: Who are you to tell us what we do? Leave us alone. The next time you want to dance, give me notice so I can kill myself.
Marie: Good. I'll dance on your grave.