Ray: Listen, Dad. Uh... In the past, I may have been under the impression that you were maybe not such a good guy. But I'm starting to think that I may have been led to believe that you were worse than you are. Okay? So I'm thinking that maybe you're not so bad. I- I guess I just wanted you to know that.
Frank: Am I dying?
Robert: No, Dad, you're not dying.
Frank: Then turn the TV back on.
Ray: Dad, listen. Ma used to talk bad about you behind your back when we were kids. Every Saturday she would sit me down and complain about you.
Frank: And?
Ray: Well, that doesn't bother you?
Frank: What would bother me is if I had to listen.