Ray: Look, I got you a gift, okay? I didn't want to wait till Christmas to give it to you, so here.
Frank: What the hell are these?
Ray: Your jazz records.
Frank: These aren't my records.
Ray: Yeah, they're better than records. They're CDs of your old records. Where's your CD player?
Frank: I don't have a CD player.
Ray: No, you do. A couple of years ago Debra and I got you a portable one.
Frank: Oh, yeah. [smiles] It's probably in the basement.
Ray: Okay. Good. Wait here. I'm gonna get it.
Frank: Your mother's down there doing laundry. Tell her break time is over. I'm starving!