Ray: Look, I'm not talking about that, Dad.
Frank: Then why do you want to go?
Ray: Believe it or not, to be with you! Why can't you do something with me for once?
Frank: What are you talking about? We do stuff.
Ray: What do we ever do, Dad?
Frank: I can't believe you're giving me all this grief just because you're not on my side in this thing. I'm sorry I asked you to go.
Ray: You didn't ask me to go.
Frank: Yes, I did!
Ray: No, you didn't!
Frank: I said, "Do you want to go?"
Ray: Yeah, you said, "Do you want to go?" Not, "Do you want to go, because I want you to go."
Frank: Oh, my God. You are going to get passed around the campfire like a bag of chips.