Ray: Just don't worry about me, all right? I'll just ride it out.
Frank: You dumb bastard.
Ray: What?
Frank: "Ride it out." You put a stop to this now.
Ray: All right, Dad, all right.
Frank: Let me ask you... she's in a bad mood, what, two, three days tops? Not so tough now, right? Pretty soon she's gonna get a mood that lasts five days. Then it's a week. And before you know it, what used to be a bad mood now takes over and becomes her only mood. And then, you become like me where not a day goes by that I don't wish there was a comet screaming towards Earth to bring me sweet relief.