Marie: I have to admit, all great artists must face the fact that one day, their gifts will fade.
Ray: Ma, come on. Your gifts aren't fading. You da man!
Marie: Your father used to salivate over my meals, but lately, it's like he's just going through the motions.
Ray: Ma, Ma, Ma, you still got it. You're the Pavaratti of pesto!
Marie: That's a sweet boy. Nothing like his father.