Ray: What?
Marie: You wrote a tribute for your father. Where's mine?
Ray: It's not a tribute. It's just- I doodled a couple things. It's nothing.
Marie: Uh-huh. So I don't get one.
Ray: Ma, this is a eulogy. I didn't write yours because... Because even thinking about it would make me too too sad.
Marie: Oh. Oh, sweet. I'd like to see something by Wednesday.