Debra: I hate when you do this, Marie.
Marie: Do what, dear? Help?
Ray: Yeah, yeah. That's all she's doing. She's helping. Okay. Well, good night, you big helping mommy!
Debra: Look out! Marie, why can't you just be direct with me?
Marie: Well, I'm sorry. But it's hard to be direct with someone who jumps down your throat every time you make a helpful suggestion. There. Is that direct enough?
Debra: You know what, Marie? I'll take the boys to the Happy Zone, and I'll take care of their haircuts and I'll do it all without you! How is that for direct?
Marie: That's fine with me, dear. At least you're finally doing something about it. Come on, Robert, let's go.
Debra: Unbelievable!
Robert: [to Ray] Well I'll get outta your way. I guess you've got a juggler to bury.