Ray: Come on, Dad. You did all right. Didn't you do better than your father?
Frank: Some contest.
Ray: Look, if it makes you feel any better I wouldn't be where I am without you.
Frank: Yeah, yeah.
Ray: So... Sorry for the gift.
Frank: It's all right. At least you tried.
Ray: So you weren't upset about death at all?
Frank: Not until you mentioned it. [opens beer can] Thanks, though.
Ray: Oh, boy, Debra was way off on this one.