Later that morning Debra and the twins are sitting at the kitchen table as she helps them with their homework. Ray is relaxing watching a ball game when Marie bursts through the front door.
"Your father is IMPOSSIBLE!" she exclaims.
"Hey, I am trying to watch the game here, Ma. Go complain to someone else." Ray says.
Just then Franks comes in, with no pants on and a towel around his waist, "Marie, where are my pants?"
"I told you they were going in the trash. They are completely worn out. You are not wearing those anymore!"
Debra comes in from the kitchen with the twins, "What's going on . . ." she begins but stops when she sees Frank sans pants.
"I'll tell you what's gong on, he's an idiot. He wanted to wear those ratty old pants today and Lee and Stan are coming over for lunch. I threw them out."
"Those pants are not ratty, they're broken in." Frank insists.
"Dad, please go put some pants on. You're scaring the children, and Michael and
Jeffrey."
A car pulls up in the driveway and Ally comes in the front door, muddy from her soccer tournament.
"Hi," she says, looking around and noticing Frank, "Why is grandpa not wearing pants?"
"Because Grandpa is an idiot, come on Frank."
"Hey sweetie, how was your tournament?" Debra says as Ally comes over to give her a hug.
"It was great we won!" she exclaims, "Sorry about the mud, it rained. I'm gonna go change."
"That's great, my little soccer champ!" Ray says proudly, "Oh, sweetie, we want you and the boys to come with us to look at a house so go ahead and shower too. We'll go to mass tonight." Ray says.
"Okay Dad," She says and then turns to Debra, "Mom is the baby okay?" Ally asks.
Debra smiles, touched by her children's interest in the baby "Sure honey, she's fine. In fact she's been kicking up a storm today."
"Yeah and we got to feel her kick. It was sooo cool!" Michael tells his sister.
"Yeah, she might be a star soccer player just like you." Debra tells her daughter.
"Neat!" She says and heads upstairs to clean up.
"So you're looking at a house? Where is it?" Marie asks.
"Well, it's in Edgemont but it's in our price range." Ray explains.
"Oh, well, are you sure you want to move out there?" She prods.
"Marie, we are only looking. Houses that are the size we need are too expensive in this neighborhood." Debra says.
"Okay, then." She says, then turns to Frank, "Come on Frank, I have some new pants for you that you can wear."
"Oh great, now I'll look like fruity Pierre," He says following her out the door.