Ray: I was gonna destroy you, anyway, so, fine. This'll be the icing on my delicious victory pie.
Robert: Yeah? We'll see who'll be eating the delicious pie.
Ray: Oh, you are goin' down!
Robert: Oh, yeah? You're goin' down... to your basement, so you can pretty it all up for Big Mama.
Ray: Nah. I don't think so. I don't think so. No, I beat you pretty good the last time, pal.
Robert: All right, and I beat you the last three times before that.
Ray: Just so you know, I've been practicing my putting while Debra thinks I'm reading to the kids, okay? So... So, just get ready, man. "Oh, Robbie, it's too cold in the house. Robbie, it's too hot in the house. Robbie, I hope you're making a baby in there." Yeah! Yeah! That's right. That is correct. She's gonna be with you till the day she dies!