Ray: Dad, look, we're not gonna play your stupid game.
Frank: Game? You think this is a game? Walk away.
Ally: What?
Frank: Walk away from the table.
Ally: Where am I going?
Debra: Nowhere, honey.
Frank: Yes, you are. You're going on strike! We're shuttin' you down!
Marie: Well, I'm available if you need me. And it won't cost you anything.
Frank: Yo, scab, you like your kneecaps?