Debra: Listen, now that you mentioned it, Marie, I was thinking that maybe we could have Thanksgiving here this year.
Marie: [chuckles] That's silly. I mean, why go to all that trouble?
Ray: It is kind of silly.
Debra: Ray.
Ray: Listen, Ma, Debra wants to try it this year. And I do, too, since I sleep over here now.
Marie: Yeah. Yeah, but you spent last year at Debra's parents'.
Debra: Well, I was thinking we could do it here this year and then next year you could do it, and then my parents. I kind of wanna just start my own tradition.
Marie: Oh, that's fine. That's just fine. I was just wondering why you're pulling that baloney on my year.
Ray: Ma, Debra's just trying to get into the rotation, that's all.
Marie: This is our year. Frank, say something.
Frank: Who cares? Just so long as I get my favorite piece of the turkey. The last part over the fence: the caboose.
Marie: Well, Frank, you have a choice: You can either have it here, or at home with me where I will be preparing my usual Thanksgiving feast.
Ray: A feast.
Marie: You heard me. [exits]
Ray: She's making a feast.
Frank: Well, I could eat here, and there. Then I get two cabooses.