Ray: Hey, Dad. What are you busting Mom's hump about the lasagna for?
Frank: I wish it was just the lasagna. Have you tried these little quiches she made? I've had belly lint with more flavor.
Robert: What are you talking about, Dad? These are fantastic.
Ray: Yeah, you know. I like Tabasco on mine. All right. Try that.
Frank: Tasteless.
Robert: Well, that Tabasco's got no kick. This bottle was issued to Dad during the Korean War.
Ray: Hold on.
Robert: You know, Dad, I have to say that I am surprised that you cannot appreciate the interplay of these flavors-- the smokiness of the ham delicately contrasting with the sweetness of the egg custard.
Frank: Why don't you put on a dress and do a dance?