Marie: Oh, I'm glad he finally let you win that time.
Ray: What?
Marie: Yeah. How would you and Debra like a bedspread made out of this?
Ray: No, Ma, Ma, I beat Dad. Okay? I beat him. Don't you remember? I was in eighth grade, it was in March and I came home and I put my sneakers on and I had a Fluffanutter. I remember the Fluffanutter because I thought it would help me beat him. But after I won I realized it had nothing to do with the Fluffanutter. Ma?
Marie: Whatever you say, dear.
Robert: So Dad let you win. Interesting.
Ray: No, he didn't. No, he did not. It was me, pal. I was on that day.