Marie: What's going on here?
Frank: Hey, Robert, why don't you run crying to your mommy and tell her about how mean we just were to you?
Ray: Yeah, squeal on us again, mommy-lover! That's right, that's right!
Marie: Shut up, Raymond. [all gasp]
Ray: We don't say "shut up" in this house.
Marie: First of all, it's never squealing if you're telling something to your mother. And I happen to appreciate Robbie letting me know what you two are trying to do to Debra and me. [to Robert] I would be happy to make you something to eat.