Marie: He's such a brave little soldier.
Debra: Soldier? No, he's a hypochondriac. Every time he nicks himself shaving, he wants to call a priest.
Marie: He's a sensitive boy.
Debra: Marie, he's not sick.
Marie: What are you saying, that Raymond is lying to me when he tells me he feels droopy?
Debra: You really think he's sick?
Marie: My son told me that he doesn't feel right, and I love him, and I'm going to take care of him.
Debra: And I don't love him?
Marie: I'm not saying anything.
Debra: All right, Marie. Thank you.
Marie: You know, I understand that you're a young woman of today, what with the women's lib and all that. And you probably think of me as a very old-fashioned, out-of-touch "housewife." And maybe I am, but if someone in my family needs me and wants me to take care of him, I'm there for him. And I'm happy to do it. And now I'm gonna boil my Raymond a chicken.