Marie: Oh, Robbie, it's the worst. I've never been so upset in my life.
Frank: [whispers] Don't tell him. He's a cop.
Robert: Tell me what?
Ray: Nothing.
Debra: Ray and Frank played poker tonight, and Ray lost $2,300 to your father.
Ray: Why don't you tell him I cry during sex?

Robert: You played for real money? You broke the law?
Frank: We gambled. Nobody got hurt.
Robert: I see. So it's not against the law unless somebody gets hurt? Interesting.
Ray: Robert, want some ice cream?
Robert: No, can't stay. Got to go tell the pushers and the muggers and the ladies of the evening that it's not against the law unless somebody gets hurt. Mio famiglia. [curses in Italian]

Ray: You were going to keep that money, weren't you?
Debra: If it wasn't for you and your stupid pride, trying to outdo your dad you'd never have lost that money in the first place.
Ray: Wrong. I happen to stink at poker, and I would have lost the money anyway. That's how much you know.

Frank: I know why you're doing this. It's because we didn't invite you to play.
Robert: No, no. My second-rate status in this family has no bearing on my professional responsibilities.
Frank: There's another game next week.
Robert: Too late!