Frank: [enters] Hey, are my shorts dry yet?
Marie: Listen, sweetie, the pot roast... I did all I could. It didn't make it. But I brought you some ziti for your company. You can tell them that you made it.
Robert: Where do you want it Ma?
Marie: Here, right in there, sweetie. Just move things around. Oh, these potatoes are no good.
Robert: What do you mean? We love these potatoes. Look at this there's a potato for the... [feeds the dog]
Marie: No, don't give him that. I'll make him some good potatoes. [Marie and Robert exit]
Ray: [flicks Debra] Boink.