- Morning, Deb. Here's your paper. - Thanks, Robert.
I stopped by Mom and Dad's for some coffee,
but I couldn't take all the...
Mom and Dad.
Here. You can have Ray's.
Oh, thanks.
There's a vibe over there that gives me...
I can't describe it.
Searing abdominal cramps.
Why do you keep going over there?
Good coffee.
How's this, huh?
Well, when you...
when you factor in the vibe here,
the whole package is good.
- Hey, Ray. - Robert.
Out of milk.
- You did that on purpose. - You wanted milk.
I've got to buy myself a coffee-maker.
- Hey. - Hey.
Raymond, look at you.
- What? - You've got milk spots.
How can you tell it's milk from over there?
It's what I do.
What did the children get you?
No. Debra.
Well, of course.
If you don't know your way around a kitchen
these things are bound to happen.
Go sit down. Eat.
- There you go. - You don't clean up my spots.
Your spots?
I could squeeze out your shirt and make soup.
You're gonna have to give me the shirt.
No no, I have to go to work, Ma. It's all right.
I don't know how Debra can let you go to work like that.
- She doesn't care. - What's that, dear?
No, nothing nothing.
What?
You can talk to me. I'm your mother.
Please, talk to me.
Nothing nothing. It's just...
What? What?
Can't you read the signs?
Nothing. It's just...
He's married.
Ohh.
What did she do?
So, trouble in paradise?
Oh, no, it's just that... why would you wanna hear me complain about Ray?
Perhaps we haven't met. I'm Robert Barone.
Nothing. She just...
she went all nuts over a can opener.
- Can opener? - Oh, poor Raymond.
Nothing good comes from a can.
Go on. Go ahead. Tell me.
Nothing.
I don't know what I did wrong.
I mean, I come home in a good mood like usual.
Well, of course, dear.
You were always a happy child.
Yeah.
I know. And anyway, I'm walking in...
- Hi, Daddy. - Hi, Daddy.
- Hey, everybody! - Hi, Daddy.
Hi!
How was your day?
Everything's fine.
Great. What's for dinner?
I haven't made you anything yet, Ray.
- Can you wait?! - Fine.
I'll make my own dinner.
Mmm, tuna fish.
Where is that can opener?
It's in the drawer.
What?
The can opener is in the utensil drawer!
Righty-o!
Ahh.
Yeah, I bought a new one.
Oh, did we need a new can opener?
It's better!
Okay? It cuts from the side
so there's no sharp edges.
How does this thing work?
You put it on the can. You twist the thing.
You open the can.
Great!
A better can opener!
What is so funny?!
Whoa... whoa!
Would you look at this?
Oh... use a fork.
- God. - Hm?
Oh!
Was there something wrong with the other can opener?
There's nothing wrong with this can opener.
No, nothing's wrong, honey.
I mean, I would have preferred the tuna on bread,
but, you know,
it's just as delicious right out of the sink!
This is the can opener I bought, okay, Ray?
Because it's better, it's not stupid,
and I'm not stupid!
What'd I say?
And I'm not exaggerating.
It's just that sometimes he's such a jerk!
Given. Details?
Last night, okay? The kids are a mess.
I'm trying to hold everything together.
You're the glue, Debra. Everyone knows that.
Anyway, he comes home...
We don't want ice cream!
Oh, please.
- Come on, you... - I'm gonna run away.
No, don't run away.
Oh, Mommy would miss you so much.
Yes, she would.
Come on, sit sit sit. Let's eat.
- Hey, Daddy's home! Hi, Ray. - Yeah.
- Hi, Daddy. - Hi, Daddy.
- How was your day? - Oh, gosh. Actually...
Great. What's for dinner?
Um, I haven't had time to make you anything yet, Ray.
- If you could just wait. - Fine.
I'll make my own dinner...
again.
Mmm, tuna fish.
Son of a... where's the can opener?
- Uh, it's in the drawer. - What?
The can opener's in the utensil drawer.
Right.
Here. See?
- I bought a new one. - Did we need a new can opener?
It's better. It cuts the can from the side
so there's no sharp edges.
- How does this thing work? - Look.
See? You just put it on the can.
You twist the thing, and it opens the can.
Mm.
Great. A better can opener.
- What's so funny? - Nothing!
Oh, great. Would you look at this?!
Oh my God. Tuna juice!
Oh my God!
Here. Sweetie, use a fork.
Was there something wrong with the old can opener?!
Well, there's nothing wrong with this can opener.
No, nothing's wrong, honey.
I would have preferred the tuna on bread
but it's just as delicious right out of the sink!
This is the can opener I bought because it was better.
I mean it's not stupid.
And... and I'm not... stupid.
What'd I say?!
That bastard.
I don't know. One little comment about a can opener
and she freaks out.
Like the time I bet the kids
they couldn't hit the ceiling fan with a plum.
Ray, I am gonna give you the secret to marital bliss.
After you give it to him,
why don't you let me in on it?
You see, son, when your mother got pregnant with Robert,
the hormones turned her into a nutcase.
She'd cry for no reason.
Two seconds later, she'd want to cuddle.
She was like demented.
- That's not true. - Sure it was.
You were always grabbing at me.
I was pregnant with a 14 Ib. Baby.
I needed help getting up.
Nonetheless.
Did it bother me? No.
Because you cannot get upset with a crazy person.
I decided from that day on to never waste time
trying to understand your mother.
I just accept she's insane.
I must be.
You two are crazy in love. That's what it is.
Oh no, Raymond, don't go.
We were having such a nice talk about Debra.
I love that kind of talk.
Yeah, I know you do, Ma.
Just keep telling yourself she's nuts. Saves time.
I'm not one to choose sides,
but this looks like an excellent can opener.
Oh boy.
I think I need some Pepto.
- May I? - Sure, go ahead.
- What are you doing? - Changing my shirt.
Sorry I spilled milk on your shirt.
Oh, that's okay.
I'm sorry about the...
you know.
It's okay. Forget it.
Okay.
All right, so...
I'll see you. See you later.
Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?
Oh, yeah.
You know, Ray, I just want you to really understand
why I was upset about the can opener last night.
No, I understand. I know why.
I do. Okay. So I'll see you later.
I mean, you really know why?
Sure sure I know.
I... totally know.
Okay. Thanks.
Okay, good. So should I bring home
- a pizza tonight or something? - Yeah, sure.
- That'd be great. - Okay, good.
- I'll see you later. - Okay.
- Hello, dears. - Hi, Ma.
- Bye, Ma. - Raymond, I'm glad you're still here.
I have something that might fix everything.
- What do you mean? - Everything's fine, Ma.
What is it, Marie?
- What is it? - It's just one of my old ones.
It's the kind that actually works.
- Ray? - Oh.
It's all right, dear. We all make mistakes.
- What is this? - Don't be upset, dear.
It's only a can opener.
So I'm thinking
maybe you didn't really understand
- why I was upset. - I got nothing to do with this.
I don't know why she brought that thing over here.
I don't know.
What did you do, Ray? Run across the street
and tell your mom what a horrible woman you're married to?
Raymond never said horrible.
Would you stop?!
Marie, sun's up, plate's empty.
Where are my eggs?
Frank.
Oh yeah, the can opener.
It's not your fault, Debra.
I understand hormones.
What the hell did you tell them?
Hormones was his theory.
It did sound like your reaction to the can opener
was a little dramatic.
Whoooo.
Frank, I can see and hear you.
Look, you were completely out of line last night.
- I got to get to work. - How dare you?!
Not only were you completely wrong, but you made me out to be the crazy one!
Hey, Deb, I finished the Pepto. Did...
Is this about me?
No, dear, it's nothing.
All I did was bring Debra my old can opener.
Ray, just use the new one. Stop being a jerk.
Jerk?
- What do you know about it? - He doesn't know anything.
No, you stick to your guns, Deb, okay?
Raymond's a jerk.
I know the whole story, jerk.
One little drop of fish juice
and you squeal like a stuck pig.
You told him that, huh?
I did not do that! And by the way, the whole can dumped on me.
It was one drop, you baby.
One drop? It was like I stuck my arm up a tuna.
- Jerk baby! - Just shut up, huh?
- What'd you tell him?! - I told him the truth.
That you come home all... "What's for dinner?
Oh, a can?
How... make... tuna... out?"
Yeah, that's me, huh?
Well, this is you. This is you!
Me-me-me-me-me- me-me-me-me-me-
me-me-me-me-me-me!
Wait a minute. That sounds like Marie.
Yeah, that's really great, Ray.
Coming home and giving me crap about a can opener.
I didn't give you crap and it's a stupid can opener!
It's not stupid! It gets rid of sharp edges!
- And the tuna! - All right, hold it.
Hey! Hey!
Now you listen to me.
We happen to have an opportunity here
for some real personal growth through active dialogue.
Stop it, Dad!
Now the two of you have to just come out
and say what's really bothering you underneath
and get it out in the open and deal with it.
Because if there is one thing that I have learned
in my years of experience with domestic disputes, it is this...
it's never just about the can opener.
Yeah, sometimes it's about a jar of fat.
How could you mention that?
I'll mention it.
You went nuts over nothing.
I had every right to go nuts with you for a husband.
Don't go nuts, just go.
- Ohh! - All right. Wait wait wait.
Wait. What jar of fat?
I'll tell you what jar of fat.
It was beautiful.
It was fat from pancetta
and golden brown sausage.
You'd have to be a cook to understand.
But it was months of carefully selecting
only the best drippings
to prepare meals for II Duce.
Yeah, you made all those meals just for me
and then you went out jogging.
That was my kitchen!
You had no right to go in there and throw out my fat!
That jar was for my coins. I needed that!
- You're selfish! - Fat collector!
Oh, you never appreciated me ever!
You never ever appreciated me!
I would work my fingers to the bone all day with the kids
with the cooking and the cleaning and the laundry,
and then you'd waltz in with your list of demands
- and not even a thank you. - That's right.
Debra understands.
You wanted a thank you?
Where was my thank you?!
I waltzed in, huh?!
I dragged my ass home every day
after 10 hours stuck in a suit,
stuck in an office, stuck in a car.
And if I needed coins to pay the tolls
that got me to that job, that paid for that meat,
that made that fat, then I'll dump it out whenever I want
and I don't care what you say!
That's right. You don't care.
You have never cared about how hard I work
just to serve you.
Hey, I don't have to care.
That's your job!
Whoa.
On the other hand,
sometimes it can be about the can opener.
That's what I was gonna say.
- Yeah. - Yeah, me too.
Yeah.
- I'm sorry. - Yeah, me too. Sorry.
That's it?
"Sorry"?
That's all you got?
At least when we fight, stuff comes out.
Some of it will be coming out when we get home.
- Let's go. - Coming.
So that's my job, Frank?
Yeah.
I didn't say you were bad at it.
Thank you.
- I'm still mad at you. - Well that's all right.
At least it's not about a can opener.
A can opener.
Good luck, Ray!
I can still see you, Frank.
You know what's great about after an argument?
It's the way we make up.
Can I ask you something, Ray?
You don't think it's my job just to cook and clean for you, do you?
You don't understand. We already had the argument.
- This is the making up part. - No no.
It's just what your father said to your mother,
that's what was bothering me about that whole can opener thing.
I just feel with everything I have to do around here,
sometimes you kind of take me for granted.
I don't.
I appreciate everything that you do.
I do. I just hope that you don't take me for granted.
What do you mean?
- Eh, it's nothing. - No, really, I want to know.
Well, it's just...
like sometimes I feel when I come to bed
that I'm just somebody who's here to lay next to you.
You know?
- And that's all. - Yeah, all right. All right, Ray.
No, 'cause I need to feel like I'm more than that.
- You should stop talking. - Okay.
I mean, it's just nice to be acknowledged.
Yeah, yeah. Let's get this over with.