Frank: You know, this knob is nothing. I was once so jealous over your mother that I put my fist through a DeSoto.
Ray: You punched a car?
Frank: Yeah. Your mother and I were still dating when she started to turn the screws on me to get engaged. But there was still plenty of fish in the sea, and I wasn't ready to hang up my tackle box. Then I hear through the grapevine she's gonna make dinner for Chuck Pecorella. Long story short, I spent the night in the hospital trying to pull his headlight out of my knuckle.
Ray: You got that way over mom?
Frank: Yeah. I don't know. When your mother cooks, it's something... What do you call it? Special. I didn't want her doing that for some other guy. They stitched up my hand. I went straight to her house and from then on, she cooks only for me.
Ray: Wow. I didn't know that's how it all started. That's a nice story, Dad.
Frank: Yeah, I don't like to tell it 'cause it doesn't have a happy ending.