Ray: I'm telling you, that kid, he's a pain.
Debra: He is not! The boys loved him.
Ray: He steals.
Debra: What?!
Ray: My cannoli. He stole my cannoli.
Debra: You know, I feel bad for you. I really do. Why can't you focus on the wonderful afternoon we just had instead of finding the microscopic negative?
Ray: Oh, I need a microscope to find [robotic voice] Robot Commander! [makes beeping noises] I specifically said, "Spencer, the cannolis are for the grownups. I think the cookies are for you." And you know what that little weasel says? "I'm the guest!"
Debra: "Weasel"? Look, he was our guest. If he wanted a cannoli, what's wrong with that?
Ray: What's wrong with that? He took one bite of it and he threw the whole thing out. Look at him in there.
Debra: Ray.
Ray: Look at him!