Frank: I was just wondering if there was any of your delicious braciole left. Oh, these are for you.
Ray: Oh, Dad, not now, please, all right?
Frank: Hey, you got a little spot there. I'm telling you, Debra, that stuff you made is so great, I woke up thinking about it. Is anybody eating this?
Debra: No, Frank. You know what? You can have it. At least someone appreciates it.
Ray: Hey, I appreciate it-
Debra: Thank you for the flowers, Frank.
Frank: Anyone who can make braciole like this deserves a whole hillside full of heavenly-scented marigolds and daffodils.
Ray: I happen to agree with him-
Debra: That's very sweet, Frank. That's the nicest thing anybody's said to me in quite some time. Would you like something to drink?
Frank: No, I don't want to dilute the flavor. Please sit down. You should be resting with your feet up.