Ray: How are you right? How are you right?! It's my house and you wanted to paint it yellow! How is that right?
Frank: Because yellow covers better! It won't fade as fast! And you got white houses on either side of you! It makes your house pop a little! And it goes with your trim and the frigging little daisies you got!
Ray: Well, why didn't you just say that?
Frank: I shouldn't have to say it!
Ray: What?
Frank: Because if I say it's yellow, that should be good enough for you! I shouldn't have to explain everything! I'm right!
Ray: Okay, you're right, but it's not always about being right.
Frank: Yes, it is! Being right is all that matters. Everything else is crap! "Oh, you have to consider people's feelings." "Oh, what if they don't like you?" They should like me because I did the job right!

Marie: Well, you two always talk about having your house painted so, I put your father on the job.
Debra: But, Marie, we were going to hire professionals.
Marie: Oh, but Frank is very good. He did a nice job on our house. And he likes the fumes.
Debra: Well, yes, he did do a nice job on your house and I would hate to kill anyone's buzz, but...
Ray: Yeah, but we were kind of thinking that we would be the ones to make that decision, 'cause it is kind of our house.
Marie: Yes, but we're the ones who have to look at it.
Ray: All right, I'm going to use this french toast to lure him off the ladder.
Marie: Okay, okay, okay. Just let your father do this. I need him out of my house. Ever since he's retired, he's around all the time.
Debra: Yeah, but that's what happens when you retire.
Marie: I know, but I never thought he'd live this long.

Debra: Something hit the wall.
Ray: [opens curtains; screams]
Frank: Jeez, you scared the crap out of me!
Ray: What the- What the hell are you doing?!
Frank: I'm painting your house. What's it look like?
Ray: Looks like we have the world's ugliest shutters.