Robert: My whole life, every time I felt bad for myself, Mom would say: "The family will help you. We'll make you feel better." I'd fall for it every time.
Ray: Well, Mom and Dad. You know, this parenting stuff, it's just not their field.
Robert: They did all right by you. You're the golden boy.
Ray: Will you stop that? They messed me up just as much as you, pal.
Robert: Yeah, you're as messed up as me?
Ray: Probably more so.
Robert: You're insulting me now?
Ray: You don't own "messed up." You were neglected. Try being smothered.
Robert: I used to pray for smothered.