Debra: Maybe you're more like your father than you think.
Ray: Hey! Look! I am not prejudiced!
Debra: You just don't want you boys to be fairies.
Ray: Listen to me. If my children come home and say, "Hey, Dad, we decided to be fairies in the school play," I say, "Hey, good for you! Good, guys. Let's go have a root beer, huh?" All right? My father doesn't do that. I'm not my father. What?!
Debra: You're going to give them a root beer?
Ray: Yes, that's right! I'm going- Yes!
Debra: You know what? You are worse than your father because at least he's upfront with it. I mean, you pretend to be liberal, but the truth is, you're embarrassed that your boys are playing fairies.
Robert: Ahem bull's-eye!
Ray: Hey, shut up! All right, just shut up.