Ray: Are you gonna help me?
Debra: No! This is so typical of your mother. It's either her way or no way. This picture, where we spend the holidays, how I raise my children. Well, guess what? Not this time.
Ray: Oh, come on! You're killing me here! This is the first gift I'm getting her that even has a chance of working! Remember the toaster, huh? The aquarium? The Fruit of the frickin' Month Club! Don't you see? I thought she would like this because she told me she would! Just take the picture, and then I'll do whatever you want.
Debra: All right, we'll take the picture.
Ray: Thank you.
Debra: As long as my parents can be in it.
Ray: Ack! [mimes head exploding] Fine, okay, fine. They're in. They're in. Thank you for understanding. Now if we could just please get over there. Please, come on. Did I tell you how beautiful you look? You look beautiful. You're like a nice little peach.