Ray: Hey, this is cool, this is cool. I'll bet half of Grandma's cake is still better than a whole one of Mommy's.
Debra: Excuse me?
Marie: Raymond, that's not nice to say out loud.
Ray: No. No, no, it's fine, Ma. We're just making funny bets, you know? Okay, so who wants to bet that Mommy's cake probably isn't as delightful as it should be?
Debra: Kids, you want to finish your homework upstairs, please?
Ray: Yeah okay, go upstairs. You wouldn't want a bedtime snack 'cause all we got is Mommy food.