Frank: You got anything in here I can poison myself with?
Robert: Listen, I know I'm big, but where can I hide?
Frank: This stinks. I thought those two were gonna duke it out all weekend.
Ray: Uh, nope. They get along great.
Frank: I say they're faking it. If I weren't loving these chips so much, I'd go back in and poke a few holes in their phony happy-divorce crap. What am I saying? I can do both.
Ray: No, no, no, Dad, come on. Look, I already lost my bed. I don't need an angry wife. So please, do me a favor don't be horrible today.
Frank: It's my Thanksgiving too.
Robert: Listen, Ray's right, Dad, okay? Don't cause any trouble unless it'll get the mean outta your system, and then you can be extra nice tomorrow when Amy's parents come.
Frank: I can't predict these things.