Marie: I thought it was a marvelous piece, full of gratitude and feelings that were so overwhelming, that it needed to be expressed in writing. In the newspaper.
Ray: Ma, I thanked you at the graduation.
Marie: Yes, you made some vague reference to some "mother" in front of a few people on a lawn.
Ray: What?
Marie: You never mentioned my name. It was, quite frankly, rather perfunctory.
Ray: Oh, come on.
Marie: Yet, Debra's magical smile gets all the credit in front of - what's the circulation of the paper?
Ray: Oh, it doesn't matter.
Debra: 850,000.
Marie: What about my smile, Raymond? What about my smile?