Debra: You don't know what it's like to go through your whole life just normal.
Ray: You don't get it. You've got to be normal. I mean, look at all of us. We need a normal one.
Debra: God, that's true.
Ray: That's why I married you. You know what? You are weird.
Debra: Oh, you're just saying that to be nice.
Ray: No. Listen. Why would any normal person put up with us for as long as you have?
Debra: I don't know.
Ray: That's right. I was born into this family. I'm stuck with them. But what kind of weirdo would choose to be one of us? There's something wrong with you.
Debra: You really think so? You think something's wrong with me?
Ray: Of course look at you. How could you explain this?
Debra: Yeah, I think you're right. I'm really weird.
Ray: You're weird. You're a sick, twisted individual.