Ray: I don't know. Lately, Dad's been acting different to me, like nicer.
Robert: Yeah? Typical.
Ray: So he hasn't been acting nicer to you?
Robert: That's surprising, isn't it, Ray? [takes the chicken wing, eats a bite and holds onto it]
Marie: Robby, chicken doesn't go there. Give me that. Come on. And it's not for you. It's for Raymond.
Ray: I'm good. [doorbell rings]
Marie: Raymond, would you get that for me, please? [to Robert] Give me that.
Robert: Raymond said I could have it. [Marie throws the chicken wing out] You'd rather throw it in the garbage than give it to me?
Marie: It's the only way you'll learn.