Ray: Look, Robert, this place is no different than home.
Robert: What are you talking about? It's totally different. I'm above a garage, I have a bathroom here, I'm allowed to bring snacks. Fiddle Faddle?
Ray: Those people, the Stipes, you put more make up on one and 30 lbs. on the other, that's Mom and Dad.
Robert: Come on, Raymond, they're nothing like Mom and Dad. They're Jewish.
Ray: What does Amy think of this place?
Robert: Well, Mrs. S. doesn't like me having visitors of the female persuasion. She kind of looks out for me a little too much. You know, and Mr. S., he doesn't like a lot of talking, except when they're fighting. And then they go on and on and on and... Oh, my God! Maybe this isn't the radical change I had planned.
Ray: No, there's a change. You get to pay rent now.
Robert: Stupid idiot moron!