Marie: This is your father's fault.
Frank: What are you talking about? I was saying stop.
Marie: I was stomping on the brakes, but nothing happened.
Debra: Oh, my God. Our house. Look at our house.
Ray: I know. I know. Ma, what the hell?
Marie: He knew about the brakes. What did the mechanic say about the brakes? Tell them.
Frank: Ah! Oh! Look at this! [picks up a shard of broken taillight]
Marie: The mechanic said that the brakes were bad.
Frank: Of course he's gonna say that. Every time I bring the car in he says the brakes are bad.
Marie: Well, I think the brakes are bad, Frank.