Frank: Turn it. Would you turn it?
Ray: No, get out of here.
Frank: Put the other game on.
Ray: Go to your house.
Frank: You don't flip around enough. You don't deserve satellite TV.
Ray: Dad, I'm covering the game for work.
Frank: Oh, jeezalou, you can read about it in the paper.
Ray: You know yet that I'm a sports writer? I am the paper.