Marie: I guess I'm just trying to make myself sound as important as Theresa. But what am I? I've got my kids,
I've got my grandkids, him over there. It's okay. I'll just let the world read about me in Theresa's letter.
Debra: What did she write about you?
Marie: Not much. How much is there, really?
Debra: Marie.
Marie: Third page, second paragraph.
Debra: "We saw Marie and her family at Kate Kelly's wedding. They seemed to be doing well in their cozy situation, living a stone's throw from each other... not that they'd ever throw stones, ha ha." Oh! She's a bitch!
Marie: Listen, I would never say that, but it's nice to hear.
Ray: Well, wait. What's so bad?
Debra: "Not that they'd ever throw stones, ha ha"? She's saying we don't get along. Where does somebody get off writing that?