Gloria Tribbiani: Why'd you fill your father's head with garbage... about making things right? Things were fine this way! For God's sake, Joey! Really.

Joey Tribbiani: Hold on. You knew?

Gloria Tribbiani: Of course I knew. What do you think? Your father is no James Bond. You should've heard his stories. "I'm sleeping over at my accountant's." What is that? Please!

Joey Tribbiani: So then, how could you?

Gloria Tribbiani: Do you remember how your father used to be? Always yelling. Nothing made him happy. Not that wood shop, not those stupid little ships in the bottle. Now he's happy. I mean, it's nice. He has a hobby.