Ray: She's probably over there just doing girl stuff.
Frank: What kind of girl stuff?
Ray: I don't know, I don't know. Bubble bath, trying on outfits, walking around with a book on her head.
Frank: Whatever helps you sleep at night, peaches.
Ray: Hey, look, I don't care what you think, all right? You don't have the facts. [off their looks] Debra has a mustache.
Marie: Do you mean a lover?
Ray: No, no, no, Mom! Could you please never say the word "lover"? I mean she's got a a lipular forestation. You know fuzz thing, that's all. She just needs time for that kind of maintenance.
Frank: Hey, I don't want to alarm you, son, but even is she had a big wooly lumberjack beard, she wouldn't need a whole afternoon.