Debra: So, wait a minute you and Robert were gossiping?
Ray: Yeah. And my father too. You wanna know something about my mother?
[Debra turns her bedside lamp on and sits up]
Ray: Look at you. I've never seen you this excited in bed.
Debra: Shut up and tell me about your mother.

Debra: "Choo-Choo Chulesky"?
Ray: What?
Debra: Who is Choo-Choo Chulesky?
Frank: Ray, you'd better get back into your microwave position.

Ray: Look, Debra it's not what you think!
Debra: Oh, I think you were dreaming about another woman, and you told me a choo-choo train story.
Ray: No- You couldn't keep your giant mouth shut, could you?!
Robert: I- l- l- Wh- [turns to Amy]
Amy: I didn't say anything, Robert. I swear!
Robert: Well, someone opened their giant mouth.
Marie: I did.
Robert: Oh, I'm sure you had your reasons.

Debra: Ray, just calm down.
Ray: What else does she know, huh? Does she know you saw me that time, shaving with your pink lady-razor?
Debra: I don't know.
Ray: Come on. Think. Did you tell her?
Debra: Ray, this is crazy. Do you expect me to remember everything I've ever told Amy about you over the years?
Ray: Years?! You've been doing this to me for years?
Debra: Okay, l- I realize you're upset, and I will try to be more sensitive. But I do talk to Amy about my life, and, I'm sorry, but you happen to be a big part of my life.
Ray: Well, I'm- I'm sorry you and the other hens don't have anything better to do than to cluck around the henhouse Iike a gaggle of cluckety-cluckin' hens.

Ray: Why are you being such a baby?
Robert: Baby?
Ray: Yeah.
Robert: I'm a baby? A baby knows three words: "Choo-choo gone."
Ray: What?
Robert: Nothing. [drinks juice] Ah! [imitates train horn]

Debra: Hey. How was your golf?
Ray: W- W- What'd you do? You told Robert my dream?
Debra: What?
Ray: My train dream. "Choo-choo gone."
Debra: No, I didn't tell Robert that. Oh, Amy.
Ray: You told Amy?!
Debra: Well, I know. I just thought it was sweet, and so did she. And I didn't think she would tell Robert.
Ray: No, it's not sweet. It's personal!
Debra: I'm sorry. I'll tell Amy to keep those things between us.
Ray: Wh- No! No! How about you just keep them between us?! Wait a minute. What things? She knows other of my things?!

Debra: We're not clucking, Ray. We're sharing our feelings.
Ray: Oh, my God. You tell her about our sex!
Debra: Look, Ray, listen. I don't- She's my best friend.
Ray: Dump her!
Debra: What?
Ray: You have to dump her. She knows too much, thanks to your gossip. Yes, that's right. You're a gossip. [grabs the phone]
Debra: What are you doing?
Ray: I'm going upstairs to take a shower and I would rather Amy didn't know what I wash or how long I wash it!

Robert: Hey. Oh, game's already on?
Ray: Yeah, it just started.
Robert: Uh, say there, Dad, how about passing me some of those tasty chips?
Frank: Why, certainly, son. Here you go. [both chew]
Ray: Hey, animals, can you at least eat with your mouths shut?
Frank: Oh, I'm sorry. What's the matter? Don't you like the way we "choo-choo"?
Robert: Choo-choo. "Choo-choo gone"! [both laugh] We got him. It totally worked.

Ray: Very funny. You wouldn't be laughing if you knew what the dream was really about.
Robert: Yeah, right.
Ray: Trust me. I didn't tell Debra the exact truth.
Frank: Oh, yeah?
Robert: What was it?
Ray: Okay. All right. Remember Ellen Chulesky from high school?
Robert: Oh, yeah. She was a woman among girls. Well, in my class, we used to call her "Choo-Choo Chulesky." So, anyway, in the dream, it was no kiddie train. It was just me and Choo-Choo. All aboard!
Robert: Oh. Then what does "Choo-choo gone" mean?
Ray: Well, she had her way with me and left. Choo-Choo was gone.

Ray: Yeah, well, I don't do it to her. I don't go around telling everybody that Debra burps all the time.
Robert: Debra burps?
Ray: Yeah. Sometimes she gets a nervous stomach. It rocks the house.
Frank: Really? Little Debra?
Ray: Oh, yeah. One time, I saw her burp a door open.