Ray: Listen, Ma, you can come back in now. Everything's better now. Debra took away all the bad food. I mean, the restaurant food, all right? So come on, come on. Come back in, come on. Come on back, Ma. Come on. Hey, is this your soy cheesecake? Boy, it looks great. [licks finger, gasps] Oh, I don't want to eat that dessert now, 'cause that's gonna ruin the dinner. All right, Ma, look, look, about the ordering-out thing-
Marie: No, I know, I'm sorry.
Ray: What?
Marie: I know how much you love my Thanksgiving dinner and I should have made it for you.
Ray: No, no, you've got to stick to your thing-
Marie: No, you're my son and I let you down. I'm sorry.
Ray: You know what, Mom? That's okay. It's okay. All right, stop it. Stop! Don't do that. You're letting me off the hook. Don't let me off the hook.
Marie: I don't know what you're talking about.
Ray: Come on, I'm supposed to be supportive.
Marie: No, no, I got too wrapped up in all this diet business. And I forgot what was important: [sobs] cooking for my family.