Ray: What are you talking about? I'm just trying to help.
Marie: You should be quiet.
Debra: Yes. Yes. Oh, no, he is trying to help. Look what he did. Look what he bought me. Magic pills, huh? Maybe I should try some. Oh, look, Ray's clothes just flew off the bed and into the hamper. These really work.
Marie: Oh, let me have one. Oh, Frank's toenails just crawled right into the garbage can.
Ray: What are you what are you doing, Mom? It's me, Raymie.
Marie: Raymond, you know that I always let you two fight your own battles, but I can't let you go on with this cycle of your father's imbecility.