Frank: You people don't need food. All you need is my world-famous spiced rum punch.
Ray: Oh, boy. Don't get that close to the fire.
Frank: You know how sometimes your mother's voice sounds like an air-raid siren?
Marie: Oh, stop, Frank! What's wrong with you?
Frank: Ahh... It's like liquid earplugs.
Debra: Fill 'er up.
Frank: There you go.
Debra: Thank you.
Marie: Let me tell you something, Frank. I put all this together with nothing but love and a flashlight. While everybody else is trying to make the best of it, you have to be a mean old grouch!
Frank: Finished? Or do I need to get a refill?