The doorbell rings. It’s not a polite chime; it’s a rhythmic, aggressive pounding—the secret knock of the O’Malley clan. Ben exhales, opens the door, and is immediately hit with the smell of menthol cigarettes and damp wool. The Arrival
"The rocket wasn't a bad design," Frank admits, pointing to a smudge of grease on the paper. "You just needed a better engine." [S5E6] Ben's Parents
"Look at this place!" Sheila shrieks, dropping her bags and immediately wiping a finger across the TV stand to check for dust. "It’s like a hospital, Benjy. Where’s the soul? Where’s the clutter?" The doorbell rings