Marie: Oh, they're so stupid. Women aren't even allowed near the place. Until they want one of us to arrange a tribute or something.
Ray: Tribute?
Marie: Yeah.
Ray: And we gotta go?
Marie: Mm-hm.
Ray: I got dibs on I'm sick that night. You do some cop overtime at work, monkey on a bus somewhere, yeah.
Robert: No, no. I want to go. It's an honor to be son of Man of the Year.
Ray: I don't even want to be brother of guy who wants to be son of Man of the Year.