Frank: Hey, they're touching my stuff.
Ray: Who?
Frank: Your kids. The two boys and the other one. I had a whole stack of quarters, now it's a pile. [exits]
Ray: He keeps his quarters stacked up on a dresser.
Frank: [o.s.] I don't like anyone touching them, you know that.
Ray: I know.
Frank: You bet you do.
Ray: I know that I do.
Frank: And don't you forget it.
Ray: I know, Dad, I won't.