Marie: You've got milk spots.
Ray: How can you tell it's milk from over there?
Marie: It's what I do.
Marie: What did the children get you?
Ray: No. Debra.
Marie: Well, of course. If you don't know your way around a kitchen these things are bound to happen. Go sit down. Eat.
Frank: You don't clean up my spots.
Marie: Your spots? I could squeeze out your shirt and make soup.