Marie: Debra, Raymond is sick.
Debra: Oh, that's right. Raymond's sick. Raymond is very sick, and do you know why? Because you made him sick. You're both sick.
Marie: I am giving Raymond what he needs.
Debra: You're giving Raymond what you need, a sick little boy to take care of. Well, I don't need another little boy! And every time you come over here, Raymond takes another step backwards, and I gotta wean him all over again! Well, I'm busy! And I don't appreciate the implication that I am not a good wife and mother and not nurturing. I'm a damn fine nurturer. Now get out of bed. And Marie, you take your soup and your flowers and your probably home-baked bread and get out of our bedroom! [answers phone] What? Uh-huh, uh-huh. Okay. [hangs up] That was Dr. Sundrum's office. Get back into bed. You got strep throat.