Frank: All right, everybody, let's go. Church time, chop-chop.
Robert: [to Ray] You usually hide upstairs until we leave. A little more brazen in your blasphemy.
Debra: Don't tell him how to do his job. Come on, let's go.
Ray: Hey, I don't know why God put church and football at the same time. As a matter of fact, bring that up today!
Debra: Wait up, wait up, kids.
[Frank shakes his head at Ray]
Marie: Unwashed, unshaven, scratching himself. All my love, all my caring I poured my heart into this boy. This is my one regret as a parent.
[Marie gives Robert a scornful look as she bumps into him while turning around to leave]
Robert: I'm the one going to church!