Ray: How could you do that, Ma? Huh? How could you go into my journal?
Marie: I wanted to know what was in there.
Ray: It was private! There was stuff in there I didn't want anyone to know about!
Frank: Like when he glued bottle caps to his socks because he wanted to be a tap dancer?
Ray: Shut up, Dad.
Marie: Oh, don't be angry, dear. I read it for your own good.
Ray: Yeah yeah, sure you did.
Marie: For your information, I just wanted to know that you were okay. That you weren't on drugs.
Frank: You know dancers, always trying to keep their weight down.