Marie: We were just on our way to the market, and I- What's wrong?
Debra: Nothing, what do you mean?
Marie: I sense tension and anger.
Frank: Maybe you're picking up your own scent.

Debra: She's a normal kid, Ray.
Ray: No, normal kids don't pick on other kids.
Debra: What are you talking about? You were a kid, you know. The bus, the playground, those are all tough places.
Ray: Well, it turns out they weren't so tough until she showed up.

Marie: [enters] Why are you still here, Frank? You said you were coming across the street to read the twins a bedtime story.
Frank: I did. And when Hansel and Gretel got away from the witch, I got inspired and stayed here.