Ray: Come on, don't you see? That's what I passed on to Michael. That's my legacy, the dumbness.
Debra: No, no, no. You've passed on other things. Your lack of tushy.
Ray: Ha ha, yeah, very funny. You have a stupid kid. You don't even care.
Debra: He is not stupid!
Ray: Then why isn't he the same as Geoffrey? Can't even get good twins anymore.
Debra: Why don't you think of it this way, okay? Michael is the way the twins should be and Geoffrey's exceptional.
Ray: Geoffrey's your favorite.
Debra: You're kidding now.
Ray: Admit it. You've always liked Geoffrey better and that's why Michael's goofy.
Debra: Good night. Maybe if you were around a little more, Michael could cut paper.
Ray: Aha! I knew it was right there under the surface. Right, so I should go to work and raise the kids, right? It should be all me, yeah. And what do you do all day... I'm sorry.