Ray: Will you come on?! We're gonna be late! Every time.
Debra: [o.s.] Coming.
Frank: I can't believe you're gonna miss this game just to go to some stupid school parents' night.
Ray: You think I wanna? I just wanna go so I can get back.
Frank: You are some special kind of lady.
Ray: Come on!
Marie: Here you go, boys.
Ray: What's that?
Marie: Just some snacks.
Ray: Those are your calzones. Your homemade calzones. Aww. Stupid parent night!
Robert: Relax, Raymond. I'll save you some. And then we'll dance around in fairyland.
Ray: The cheese is burning the inside your mouth, isn't it?
Robert: [pained] I don't care.