Marie: So that's how you both fell? A race around the house, which you often do as a tradition?
Ray: Uh, yeah.
Frank: Stupid, humped-up termite trap!
[Frank falls through the stairs into the basement]
Marie: Oh, my God! Frank, are you all right?
Frank: [o.s.] Holy crap!
Marie: Don't move, I'm coming right down!
Frank: [o.s.] I'm in enough pain!

Marie: What I don't understand is, how did you both fall? Were you going down the stairs at the same time?
Ray: Yes, we were. That is indeed what we did do.
Marie: But why?
Ray: I don't know. It was kind of like a Jack and Jill situation. I went, and then she, you know... Came tumbling after.
Marie: I don't understand.
Ray: Well, there's no shame in that. We all get old.

Frank: I was thinkin' it should be pretty easy to finish those stairs. The hard part's already done... where I fall through them.
Ray: Yeah, well, you know, it's all right. I can hire somebody to do it now.
Frank: No, no, no. No way. I want to fix your stairs. Me, not some guy!
Ray: That's nice. But listen, I feel bad you got hurt, so... So... l...
Frank: Hey, don't feel bad. This is what it's all about.
Ray: What do you mean?
Frank: I'm not an idiot. Remember when you were a kid, you gave me that mug that said "World's Greatest Dad"? I hated that. Because I knew I was not that mug. And now you've got kids of your own... The way you are with them...
Ray: What? What, Dad?
Frank: I liked it when you moved in across the street, 'cause I could come to your house, you could come to my house. Nothin' much, just doin' stuff, watchin' the game, playin' some pool. By the way, one of us should get a pool table. It's good what we got... 'cause we're pals now.