Robert: Well, Ray was worse. Well, you know that time we all went up to the Poconos? He had a girl in his room.
Debra: Oh, yeah?
Marie: Raymond!
Ray: Well, first of all, I was 25. And nothing happened.
Robert: You told me something happened.
Ray: That's right, I told you something happened. Nothing happened.
Robert: I knew it. You should have sent her to my room.
Ray: Oh, yeah. Like you would know what to do.
Robert: I know plenty.
Ray: You know how to throw up.
Robert: You throw up!