Robert: Don't pay attention to them, Deb. This is a family of dream squashers.
Ray: Dream squashers?
Robert: That's right. Everything I ever dreamed of they said I couldn't do. The drums--
Marie: Oh please, the drums were the worst.
Robert: Major league baseball. My career in space.
Ray: You were 6' tall in the third grade. They'd have to fold you in half to stuff you into the capsule.
Robert: Mission Control, man. I could've been Houston. You go for it, Deb. Drop a rocket on your back and fly. Fly from the dream squashers.