Frank: I still don't get why you ever wanted to join a stupid cult.
Robert: All right, Dad.
Ray: You know what that was? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Agh!
Robert: Nice to be back.
Frank: Yeah, this is what it's all about, flagpole. Laughs. The ballgame. Free will. Doin' what you want when you want it. You don't get that in any stinkin' cult!
Debra: All right, TV off. It's lunch.
Men: Okay.
Frank: What are we havin'?
Marie: Chicken.
Frank: We wanted roast beef.
Marie: We're havin' chicken.
Men: Okay.