Ray: All right. Forget about it, then. I won't go. I just thought maybe we could do something together for once, you know, like you did with your father.
Frank: What are you talking about?
Ray: What do you mean? What do you mean, what I am talking about? Didn't you just tell me he gave you the knife? He took you hunting and fishing and canoeing. Didn't you just tell me that, Dad? Or what is that all pretend, too? [Frank is silent as he polishes his rifle] It is, isn't it?
Frank: Are you going to help me off with the damn boots, or what?