Frank: Grandpa Sal, very scary. He once made Mussolini wet himself. My dad used to tell me horrible stories about how his father used to hit him... when he wasn't hitting me.
Robert: Grandpa Joe hit you?
Frank: Sure. I got hit every day.
Ray: Wow, Dad. I didn't know it was like that for you.
Frank: It was like that for everybody. That's just the way it was.
Ray: So your dad's dad hit him, he hit you, and you never really hit us.
Frank: I couldn't. I don't know. I was always weaker than him.
Robert: Maybe you didn't want to be like him.
Frank: I didn't.

Frank: Oh my God, look at this. We gotta bet this horse. This is a big horse. A sure thing. This horse is unstoppable.
Robert: "Marie's Mouth."
Ray: This is a sign from God. We're supposed to be here.
Frank: I'm in! I'm way in. Care for a piece, Robert?
Robert: It is a good sign.

Marie: Oh, Frank, I can't wait to talk more about this. I always say nothing is more important than discussing one's feelings, and now we can have real discussions.
Frank: Yeah. About that Dr. Greenberg advised me to have a cone of silence.
Marie: A cone of silence?
Frank: Yes, I need a cone of silence around me whenever I feel "Bad Frank" coming on. He suggested a 10-foot radius. [Marie starts to back away] A little more. That's good, honey.
Marie: Oh, Chi Chi. I'll do anything if it means you're mentally balanced.
Frank: The balance feels good now.