Ray: Look, I'm just trying to think of what is best for Ma.
Robert: Oh, well, aren't you a saint?
Ray: What?
Robert: 'Course, I can't help but think what would be best for Ma is for her to live out her days in the place where she already spends most of her time.
Ray: Uh, no! No.
Robert: Why? Why? Come on, Raymond. It's perfect. One day she's over at your house, and then she just doesn't leave.
Ray: Huh-uh.
Robert: Yeah, I could drop off her toothbrush and a gallon of Jean Nate, and she'd be all set.