Ray: You see? I still can't make my own decisions. You never let me, and you never let me. You're both the same.
Debra: Hey!
Marie: Hey!
Frank: Game's all over. Still no sandwiches. [Robert hands Frank a sandwich] Oh. Hey, those tissues stink.
Ray: What?
Frank: Yeah. They got the lotion on them. They're all greasy. You pull one out to blow your nose on it, you think you did it already.
Ray: Yeah, right. Knowing you, Dad, you probably did.
Frank: Seriously. That is a disaster of a product.
Ray: These tissues are fine, Dad! They're fine! All right?