Ray: And then everybody's always talking in 'em, and it's always freezing. In fact, is there, like, a draft in here?
Marie: There's a blanket in the living room. Maybe you'd be more comfortable in there.
Ray: Well, I am a little tired. [groans as he stands up] Oh, gosh! My shoulder's on the fritz again.
Marie: You sit down and put your feet up.
Robert: Yes, Raymond. Can I get you anything? Some Melba toast? A catheter?
Ray: I'm all locked up. You know, it's like a big knot. Is it in here?
Frank: You need more time in that steam room. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at 9:00. We don't come out until everything's soft.
Robert: I may throw up.
Ray: We got- We have, like, a heating pad?
Debra: Well, this is great, Ray. This is just great. You went from an immature teenager to a tired old geezer with no stops in between. And what did I get? I got ripped off, that's what I got. I never got to be married to a man, a regular grownup man.
Ray: Do you have to yell?