Frank: That's it? "Sorry"? That's all you got? At least when we fight, stuff comes out.
Marie: Some of it will be coming out when we get home. Let's go.
Frank: Coming.
Marie: So that's my job, Frank?
Frank: Yeah. I didn't say you were bad at it.
Marie: Thank you. I'm still mad at you.
Frank: Well, that's all right. At least it's not about a can opener. [both laugh]
Marie: A can opener.
Frank: Good luck, Ray! [makes crazy gestures]
Debra: I can still see you, Frank.