Marie: We were just on our way to the market, and I- What's wrong?
Debra: Nothing, what do you mean?
Marie: I sense tension and anger.
Frank: Maybe you're picking up your own scent.

Debra: She's a normal kid, Ray.
Ray: No, normal kids don't pick on other kids.
Debra: What are you talking about? You were a kid, you know. The bus, the playground, those are all tough places.
Ray: Well, it turns out they weren't so tough until she showed up.

Marie: [enters] Why are you still here, Frank? You said you were coming across the street to read the twins a bedtime story.
Frank: I did. And when Hansel and Gretel got away from the witch, I got inspired and stayed here.

Ray: I don't like to point a finger, but she's this way because of you.
Debra: Excuse me?
Ray: That's right, you heard me. You're the role model for her, not me. I'm not the woman here.
Debra: Oh no?
Ray: Ah, see, right there. That's what I'm talking about. That attitude. That smarty-pants, stick-up-for-yourself, don't-take-any-crap- from-anybody...
Debra: So you're accusing me of teaching my daughter to be self-confident?
Ray: That's right! Every jerk I ever met was self-confident.
Debra: Yeah, not every jerk.

Ray: I'd ask how your day was but I just walked past 500 pounds of bad day on the couch.
Debra: Yeah. And your father was in our yard today with his metal detector.
Ray: Aw, you're kidding. Did he dig again?
Debra: Yep, four-foot hole. Found a nickel.
Ray: I should sprinkle a roll of quarters out there. He'll dig us a pool.

Frank: This really bunches my shorts.
Ray: What, you care?
Frank: Hey, we're talking about my granddaughter here. Of course I care.
Ray: Like you cared when we got bullied? "Stop crying, people are looking at us."
Robert: Yeah. "These aren't my kids." You never helped us.
Frank: Ally's a girl, Nancy.

Robert: Hey Ma, did you hear? Ally's being bullied.
Marie: What?
Ray: Yeah, some kid named Todd Feeney.
Marie: Feeney? Got it. I'll take care of it.
Debra: Wait, what do you mean? Wait, wait, wait. "Take care of it"?
Marie: I'll call his mother. Don't worry. I'm very good at this.

Debra: All right, wait. Listen, Ally will be fine. She's a very strong little girl.
Frank: No, she's not. She's got arms like twigs.
Debra: I didn't mean- Look, I appreciate that you all care about her. I do, but enough, really.
Ray: But what are we supposed to do, nothing?
Debra: Yes, Ray, nothing. How about we don't interfere and let her live her own life? Maybe we could set an example. [goes upstairs]
Marie: An example for who?

Ray: What else? What else happened?
Debra: Oh, some kid on Ally's bus has been picking on her. Do you want two pieces of chicken or-
Ray: Wait a minute. Somebody's picking on Ally?
Debra: It's nothing. Some kid calling her names.
Ray: Oh, no. Well, what kind of name does he call her?
Debra: It's nothing. Kid stuff.
Ray: Oh, kids are the worst.

Ray: All right. What bad thing rhymes with Ally? Pally? Crally? Schnally? Finale?
Debra: Yeah, Ray-
Ray: This is how bullies work, Debra. They find a word that rhymes with your name and then you're that until college. Trust me. I grew up with the name Raymond.
Debra: What rhymes with Raymond?
Ray: How about, Layman, Gayman, Go-away-man? [Debra walks away] I still don't see the humor.