Ray: Well, we need something.
Debra: All right, don't panic.
Ray: No, we've got to have a plan here, okay? How are we gonna control these kids?
Debra: What are you asking me for?
Ray: Because it's got to be you. I can't even put their PJs on. You think I'm gonna be able to take away beer and cigarettes?
Debra: Yesterday, Ally asked me if she could buy a miniskirt.
Ray: Oh, crap!
Marie: You've already lost!
Ray: You tell Ally the answer is no. No skirts of any kind. Pants... snow pants!