Debra: Well, as long as everybody is making up, I forgive you, too, Aunt Alda.
Aunt Alda: [chuckles] For what, dear?
Debra: You know, the wedding.
Aunt Alda: What do you mean, dear?
Ray: All right, Debra.
Debra: Well, all those complaints about where you were seated and nobody dancing, everybody going home early.
Aunt Alda: Oh, that was because of the cheap food.
Marie: You never even sent a gift.
Aunt Alda: My gift was that I came at all.
Marie: What kind of a horse's ass gift is that?
Aunt Alda: You'd be lucky to have a horse's ass.