Ray: All right, so what's gonna be our breakthrough for today?
Robert: Okay, let's see. The last thing I told the wives is that we were working on Dad's withholding of affection when we were kids.
Frank: Good, good.
Robert: And how it impacted negatively on us. For instance, whenever I did something I always felt that Dad was disappointed in me. Not to mention the neglect and verbal abuse.
Ray: Okay. So what can we say as to why you were like that? You know, unreceptive to our needs and stuff?
Frank: Right, right. Why was I like that? 'Cause you two were a couple of monkey's asses.
Ray: Okay. I think that might be the verbal abuse you're talking about, Robert.

Frank: No. You know, I been thinking about this since last week. You know what you two's problems were? You took all that abuse stuff personally.
Robert: Of course we took it personally. You're our father!
Frank: It was just business.
Robert: This isn't exactly what they call a triumph of analysis. What else you got?
Frank: What else you got?
Ray: Okay. How about, uh you were withdrawn from your relationship with us because your father was like that with you?
Frank: That's friggin' great.

Marie: Is it 6:00 yet?
Debra: Almost. The boys should be home from therapy soon.
Marie: Isn't it wonderful? Frank's a new man. It's like I'm cheating.

Ray: Well, it's subconscious, which is why we have to keep going.
Frank: Hello, beauties.
Ray: Something smells good, and I'm not talking about dinner.
Robert: Hey there, baby doll. How about giving Daddy a little sugar?
Debra: Good session today?
Ray: Oh, great great. Some major breakthroughs.
Robert: Better than major. General. Four-star general breakthroughs.
Frank: I gotta be honest I feel really great. Since I've been in analysis, my whole outlook is different. That Dr. Greenberg was sent from heaven.
Debra: Hey, look at this.
Ray: What do you got? [reads newspaper] I thought he looked a little pale when we left.

Amy: It was a heart attack, Robert. He died last week.
Robert: Oh. Ohh!
Frank: What is it? Give me that. [reads newspaper] Good night.
Marie: Where do you think you're going, Frank?
Frank: The news is depressing. I'm gonna lie down.
Marie: Frank, you'd better take a good look at this section, 'cause you're gonna be in there tomorrow.
Ray: Well, maybe not tomorrow. Looks like it takes a week.

Marie: How dare you?! I'm married to a mentally diseased, gambling psychopath.
Frank: Oh, yeah? I won! I won! And I'm glad what I done. It's a good thing we didn't go to the headshrinker. I told you guys therapy was a crock. They take your money and then when you need the guy, like today, he's doing something else.

Debra: This is unbelievable, Ray.
Ray: No, Debra, come on, look. This was supposed to make us happier, right? Well, we're all happy now.
Debra: This is dirty happiness. You know what you did. You played on our sensitivities. You took advantage of us. You knew I would be so proud of you that I'd let you slide on everything around here, including me.

Ray: I don't know why you make me read them bedtime stories. All I hear is, "Mommy reads better. 'Sports Illustrated' isn't a book."
Robert: I have a thought.
Frank: Hey hey, don't get overheated.
Robert: Might I suggest that perhaps the reason for Raymond's unwillingness to share with the parental responsibilities is a fear of intimacy, brought on by his distant and somewhat strained relationship with his father?

Robert: You see, joking is nothing more than a defense mechanism. It masks some real problems that certain men have because they are afraid to get in touch with their feelings.
Ray: Hey, Dad, I'm giving Robert the finger in my mind. Want me to put one up for you?
Frank: No, I got it.
Marie: Both of you, put those down.
Robert: That's okay, Ma. This is men in a nutshell.

Debra: God forbid you should improve as a human being. Fix your relationship with your brother.
Ray: My relationship with him is fine. What are you bringing this psycho-crapola into my house for?
Robert: It's not crapola! You're just afraid to look at yourself.
Ray: No, I'm afraid to look at you 'cause you're ugly.
Robert: You're the ugly one. You're ugly on the inside.
Ray: Well, then go outside! You go outside!
Ray: It's my house! I forgot you don't have a house 'cause you still don't have a life! What? What? Oh listen, I didn't mean it.