Ally: Hi, Grandma. Hi, Grandpa.
Frank: Hey, sweetheart.
Debra: Frank.
Marie: Hi, sweetheart. [holding vodka] This isn't mine. This is Mommy's.
Debra: Marie, where's Ray?
Marie: Oh, Raymond had to rush out, but he should be back soon.
Debra: Why does my living room look like a frat house?
Marie: I haven't- I didn't notice any difference really.