Frank: So what are you working on there today, Ray?
Ray: Hockey. Hockey. The Avalanche, they're in town to play the Rangers.
Frank: Oh yeah? The Rangers don't have a chance.
Ray: Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Ray: Oh, yeah? Why? Nobody knows... [splutters]
Dominic: You moved.
Frank: What, Ray? Nobody knows what?
Ray: [sneezes] Nobody knows about Patrick Roy.
Frank: The Avalanche goalie?
Ray: Yeah, he's out. Knee problems. I think the Rangers got a pretty good shot.
Frank: Yeah. No kidding? Thanks, Sal. Thanks. I feel like a baby's butt.
Ray: What's your hurry, Dad? What's up?
Frank: I got to see a guy about a thing.
Ray: I thought we were going to talk.
Frank: [to Sal] Here you go, buddy. And here, this is for my favorite son!
Dominic: A father and son, it's a sacred thing. What you two got is beautiful. Now don't move your head. This is very sharp, honey.