Ray: I had Lickety-Split, but she forced me to trade it for Peetie's muffler place. And then she gets Marco's, the best spot!
Debra: How did she force you?
Ray: How? She ripped it out of my hand... I'm lucky I have a hand still. Let me tell you something, this lady doesn't know who she's dealing with, okay? I'm gonna take this cookie sign-up sheet to work. I'll hang it up at Madison Square Garden. Yeah. [chuckles] Little Miss Peggy won't know what hit her. I'll be bringing home that sweet, sweet beach chair.
Debra: Ray, Ally should sell her own cookies. That's how we've always done it in the past.
Ray: Yeah, and that's why every time we go to the beach we gotta sit in the freakin' sand, okay? No, uh-uh. No more. No more, baby. Let Peggy clean the sand outta her behind!