Robert: What's going on over here?
Frank: Nothing. What are you doing here?
Robert: I'm a policeman. I come home at 3:00 a.m. No Mom, no Dad, no sandwich. I start to worry.

Marie: Hello, sweetheart.
Ally: Hi, Grandma.
Marie: What are you doing?
Ally: We're frosting cupcakes.
Marie: How nice. Frosting from a can. So much easier than homemade.

Marie: This is for you.
Debra: [gasps] But I thought Frank-
Marie: No, he doesn't know anything about that. This is my money.
Debra: You have money?
Marie: Oh. My father, oh, such a wise man. On my wedding day, he took me aside, gave me $200 and said: "Here, this is if you ever come to your senses and leave Frank."
Debra: Wow. My dad only gave me $50.
Marie: So, for 45 years now, I've been adding to it little by little. I mean, who knows how long my marriage will last, right? Money is freedom.
Debra: So how free are you?
Marie: $46,000.
Debra: What?
Marie: Yep. It's our secret now.

Ray: Hi.
Debra: Hi.
Ray: Hi, Ma.
Marie: Hi, dear.
Ray: How you doing?
Marie & Debra: [in unison] Fine.
Ray: Okay, Debra, give Mom the money back.
Marie: How did you know?
Ray: Well, Ma, look at you two. When was the last time you two were smiling together? Exactly. Now give it back to her.
Marie: Ray, please.
Ray: No, get out of here. Go. Don't make me turn the hose on you. Thanks.
Marie: You're welcome, you stubborn ass.

Frank: You're not talking to me?
Marie: No.
Frank: I just keep winning.

Marie: Oh, hi, Ray.
Ray: Look what I found in Ally's piggy bank. $2,300.
Marie: Oh, isn't she thrifty?
Ray: Yeah. Come on, Ma. I'll tell you, it wasn't easy trying to wrestle it out of her hands.

Robert: All right, you guys. Sit down. Right now, the both of you. Let's go. Right here. You guys want a cup of coffee?
Ray: Okay.
Robert: Well, we'll just see how it goes. Now let's get one thing straight, okay? The both of you broke the law. The law that I've sworn to uphold. The only thing that could alter that fact is if no money changed hands on the night in question at one Nemo's Pizzeria and Homemade Specialties.
Ray: This is between me and Dad, Robert.
Frank: That's right. We're perfectly fine.
Robert: Everything's perfectly fine, huh? You don't think I know that you're the tip of the iceberg? You're going down, Pops. And when you do, you're going to bring down Eddie, and Stan, and that divorced Garvin.
Ray: Robert, you're not going to do anything.
Robert: Oh, I'm not going to do anything, huh? You want to try me? Come on! [sits down] Listen, kid I understand what you're going through. It's not your fault 'cause you got mixed up with a bad element.
Ray: What are you doing?
Robert: Well, good cop, bad cop. It's just taking me a little longer 'cause there's only one of me.

Ray: Enough already. I'm leaving. For the last time, I'm not taking the money. I lost it, that's all. I'm a big boy. If I take the money, what kind of message does that send to my kids? That no matter what happens you can just go to your father and he'll make everything okay?
Frank: You're right. You're right.
Ray: What? What? What am I right about?
Frank: You should be able to go to your father and he should be able to make it okay. Here. Be a good father, big head.
Ray: Dad. Thanks. Thanks, Dad.
Frank: [to Robert] What's the matter with you?
Robert: I'm just glad it all worked out. I didn't want to have to cuff you guys.
Frank: I'm glad, too. And it might have worked out very well. [goes to grab Marie's money from the table]
Marie: [enters] Hey, that's still my money.

Debra: I think I hear Daddy. Daddy's coming. Hey.
Ray: Hey.
Debra: Thanks.
Ray: Listen next time it's Dad's night to cook, you pick it up.
Debra: What took you so Iong?
Ray: Oh, the fast food empIoyees. Last week, when I was in MontreaI, the empIoyees there are bilingual. Over here, they're not even lingual.
Debra: Well, maybe your order was confusing.
Ray: couIdn't make it any simpIer. I said to the guy: "I'd like a hamburger, pIease." And he stares at me. "A hamburger. Here, Iet me draw it for you. Hamburger." No, not for here. To go. "To go. Here, I'll put little feet on my hamburger. See?"
Debra: Where's the fries?
Ray: Oh, I can't draw fries.

Ray: No, Dad, please. Why don't you ask Robert?
Frank: Your brother's a cop. He's very sensitive about this gambling thing. What if he turns us in?
Ray: You'd like jail. They have crafts.