Ray: Okay, I lied. I lied to everybody. I was trying to make everybody happy.
Robert: Nice job.
Ray: I should have known better. Why did- Especially with my parents, the only people who treat a box of fruit like it's plutonium. I chickened out. I made a mistake. I chickened out. All right, look. The truth is Debra wanted us to have a day to ourselves. And me, too. Me, too. But Debra's the one. She's got it- No, she's got it very hard around here, though she's never said that to me. I've noticed it. Like Dad. I know you try to be funny, but... Like with the twins. Maybe you shouldn't say: "I think little Matthew has homosexual tendencies." And, Ma, you can't be so critical. And if you're going to be critical, could you please call before you come so we could be ready for it? Both of you. Could you both call? We have to prepare. There's bills and receipts we hide, and then we chant a little. Now listen, we love you both, but this is our house and Debra's my wife. And if you can't accept what I'm telling you then you can't come over here anymore. Unless you call first. That's it. I think I did it all, right?
Debra: What? This has nothing to do with me.
Ray: Oh, yeah, Robert, could you try not to eat near the kids?