Frank: Ah, stop defending yourself. You bring home the paycheck. Whoever brings home the money is the king. End of story.
Ray: Well put, Father.
Frank: You see? He can do whatever he wants with the money.
Debra: Ugh. Marie, doesn't that bother you?
Frank: She has no choice in the matter. I am the king. And now, His Majesty will retire to his castle, where he will await the royal grilled cheese sandwich. [to Robert] Come, oaf! You amuse me.
Robert: I'll see you in hell.