Robert: So what's new? I was just taking Shamsky out for a drive today. It's nice out, huh? So what's new?
Frank: Cut the crap. Your mother asked him already.
Ray: Robert, why do you have to have Mom ask me to take you to the Hall of Fame?
Robert: Ma, you were supposed to make it seem like it just came up.
Marie: And you were supposed to wait across the street until I flashed the Venetian blinds.

Robert: The '69 Mets. The amazing match. The Miracle Mets. I love those guys. It's one of the few bright spots of my childhood. I just wish Dad had taken us to a game.
Ray: Hey, he took us to a lot of Yankee games. That was fun.
Robert: Well, maybe for you. I hated the Yankees.
Ray: What do you mean you hated the Yankees? You cried every time they lost.
Robert: It's because Dad told me it was my fault.

Ray: Look, we'll go in, you'll meet Art Shamsky and the rest of the Mets. On the ride home, we'll get you a Happy Meal.