Marie: What's he calling now for?
Frank: I don't know.
Marie: You know, sometimes I wish they didn't live across the street.

Marie: Come on! What were you going to say?
Frank: Sometimes you spit when you talk.
Marie: Oh, that's it! That's it!
Frank: Hey, what did I say? Come on! You're the one for me!
Marie: You want to know why people don't love you, Frank? You want to know? Because you offer them nothing. That's right. You have to give love, Frank, to get it. And you have never ever been willing to do that! You just take and take and take and expect everybody to accept your obnoxious horse's ass of a personality! And everybody has to put up with it because it's you! You know what the sad part is? You are surrounded by family who happen to love you anyway. And you push them away. You push us all away. You don't have to push anymore.
[After Marie storms out, Frank turns the TV on. Marie returns:]
Marie: You're not gonna talk to me about this? Frank?! [Frank is silent] This is not a marriage, Frank! A marriage is two people sharing things, talking! And if they have a problem, they talk about it! You don't just sit there and wait for the other one to go away! [Marie leaves again]

Frank: What would you say in a tribute to me?
Marie: Well, I don't know, Frank. They didn't ask me.
Frank: Okay.
Marie: I would say he's been my husband for 42 years. That we have two wonderful boys together and three beautiful grandchildren. Isn't that right?
Frank: That's it?
Marie: Let me finish. And that he's always been there for us and been a good provider. And that even though we squabble every now and then, I know that he's the one for me. And whatever I did to deserve him, I'll live with.
Frank: I like that! With the humor, yeah.