Ray: You happy with yourself? Huh? Getting into business with this one?
Marie: Oh, you're one to talk, Raymond. Debra, that's a beautiful necklace. Where did you get it from, Raymond?
Ray: Well.... Well, wherever I got it from, I'm gonna return it, 'cause her beauty overwhelms it. All right, what do you say we get this bush in the ground?
Debra: You didn't buy this necklace? You had your mother do it? You couldn't buy me a birthday gift on your own?
Marie: Well, I'm sure he would have bought it himself if he had remembered your birthday.
Debra: You still- [Amy grabs the shovel from Debra as she lunges at ray] You still need your mother to tell you when my birthday is?
Ray: You still need my mother to cover for you when you destroy my letters from Muhammad Ali?