Ray: My mom call yet?
Debra: No, I think she's still mad at you for making fun of her.
Ray: We do that all the time, she loves it.
Ray: Oh, no!
Ally: [as Ray] Oh, no!
Michael & Geoffrey: [as Ray] Oh, no!

Marie: Why is it that every time I start to feel good, something has to ruin it?
Ray: Who ruins it for you?
Marie: You know what today is, don't you? It's the second anniversary of your brother's divorce.
Ray: Oh, I didn't get him a card.

Marie: You should see him sitting over there with the dog. It is so sad. Your father's trying everything to get him to snap out of it.
Debra: What's he doing?
Marie: He's yelling, "Snap out of it."

Debra: I really don't believe you people. He's your son. He's your brother. None of you can talk to him?
Ray: Where have you been?
Debra: Robert's going through a tough time. All he needs is someone to listen to him, to understand what he's going through.
Frank: You go.
Debra: No, not me. If I went, it would only be embarrassing for Robert. He would know you're all over here talking about him.
Marie: She's right. Not her. She's not family.
Debra: It's how I'm able to go on.

Robert: Man, she really let you have it, huh?
Ray: She had the look like Mom did when we were kids and she caught us eating that whole box of Sucrets. Remember that?
Robert: Yeah, my tongue was numb for a month.
Ray: Mom thought we were going to be drug addicts. She said, "That's how it starts."
Robert: Yeah. Remember when she flushed the children's aspirin down the toilet?
Ray: Those Sucrets were your idea.
Robert: Yeah. You were right there with me. Lozenge for lozenge. Everything I did, you always did. Couldn't get rid of you. Remember what I used to call you?
Ray: Yeah.
Robert: What'd I used to call you?
Ray: Right-behind-me Raymond.

Debra: Ally, what are you still doing up?
Ally: I had a bad dream.
Robert: Come on, kiddo. I know all about bad dreams. At least you get to wake up here.

Robert: Well, I don't know you, okay? I wanna know you.
Ray: Okay, you wanna know me?
Robert: Yeah.
Ray: All right. You asked about the first time I had sex with Debra. I'll tell you. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that someone like her would allow someone like me to sleep with them. So you know what happened? I cried. All right? I cried. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't let her see me. So for the whole time, I never looked at her once. Okay?
[Robert turns away and is silent for a few moments before turning the TV back on]
Robert: President looks good.

Debra: Ray, you've got to go over there.
Ray: I don't want to talk to him.
Debra: Don't talk to him then. Take him to the movies. You don't have to talk at the movies.
Ray: That's true, you don't have to talk. We should go to movies more.

Ray: Oh, my God. Fishing.
Debra: Why? What's wrong with fishing?
Ray: Well, fishing with Robert. Look, I like doing things with him but fishing is too quiet. I like loud things. He's gonna want to talk.
Debra: So why can't you talk to him? You know, talk about cars or breasts or whatever crap guys talk about.
Ray: Since we've been hanging out, it seems like he wants to talk about...
Debra: What? Talk about what?
Ray: Feelings.
Debra: Feelings? Oh, no. That could lead to caring, and even closeness. Oh!

Ray: I don't like talking.
Robert: You mean, you don't like talking to me.
Ray: That's right. I don't like talking about this stuff with you. It gives me the creeps. You're my brother.
Robert: Wanna talk about Dad?
Ray: No, no, no. I just want it to be like before.
Robert: Where you didn't talk to me at all?
Ray: No.
Robert: Oh, come on, admit it, Raymond. You never wanted to be close.
Ray: Close? You grew up in the same room as me. You live right across the street. You're over at my house every day. How much closer can we be?