Frank: Hey, how come you haven't said anything about Debra yet?
Robert: "I don't have a problem with Debra. You're all right, cookie. Ha-cha-cha!"
Ray: I think traffic school's over now.
Frank: Me, too. I'm getting tired of Timmy's mouth.
Robert: "Yeah, sit down, shiny."
Frank: You want to start with me?
Ray: Dad, dad, dad. Puppet.
Robert: "Yeah, right. If it was Raymond's traffic school everybody would be sitting here without a peep. But the minute this poor slob needs something, everybody's too busy. Everybody makes with the jokes. Nobody cares. Come on, flatfoot. Let's get the hell out of here." [exits]
Ray: Timmy's mean.