Amy: So you think there's anything I can do?
Debra: Well, I don't know if you can fix him, but anything you can do to make him less stressed, you know, I'm sure that couldn't hurt.
Ray: Why don't you get one of those funnels that dogs wear around their neck and just throw the food in there?

Amy: You all right?
Robert: Yeah. What do you mean?
Amy: Nothing. Is something wrong?
Robert: What?
Amy: Well, you were touching food to your chin.
Robert: Excuse me?
Amy: You're doing it again. Look, I'm sorry, but I thought you did that because of stress. Are you stressed? It's okay if you're stressed. I just wanna know if you're stressed. Are you stressed?
Robert: Maybe a little bit now.

Robert: Why are you bugging me about this?
Amy: Nobody's bugging you, sweetie. We all just wanna help.
Robert: What? What do you mean, "we all"? Who's "we"?
Amy: Nobody. Just some of us were talking.
Robert: Well, who was talking? Who's the "some of us" who were talking?
Amy: It was just me and Ray.
Robert: Ray?
Amy: And Debra.
Robert: Debra? Debra was talking about me? What was she saying?
Amy: Wait, why does Debra bother you more than Ray? You know, you care way too much about her opinion.
Robert: What I care about is you traveling the countryside going, "Who has a cure for my husband, the loon?"

Amy: I was just trying to help.
Robert: I don't need any help.
Amy: But wouldn't it be good to finally deal with your... little chin problem?
Robert: Oh, problem, I see. So now I have a problem? Was that the verdict in Ray and Debra's kangaroo court?
Amy: Robert, please-
Robert: Look, you think I have a problem? Well, you know what? Maybe- Maybe you have the problem, uh, Missy. That's right. What about- What about the way you eat, huh? [imitates a beaver]
Amy: I don't eat like that.
Robert: Oh, yes. Yes, you do eat like that. And- And- And you walk funny. "Hi, I'm Amy."
Amy: Robert!
Robert: Maybe you don't think you walk like that, but you do, and everyday the world pretends not to notice. So maybe you're the one who needs the help, because I am perfectly fine. [touches his police hat to his chin before putting it on]
Amy: Robert, stop it. Where are you going?
Robert: I believe I'll be sleeping at my parents' house tonight. They love me for who I am!

Debra: What is it, Marie?
Marie: Oh, thank God.
Ray: What's the matter? You were yelling like a crazy lady on the phone. That's not you.
Marie: Come here.
[Marie opens the serving window to reveal Robert sitting on the couch]
Ray: So? Hose him off. We'll roll him back in the ocean.

Robert: Hello, problem solvers.
Ray: What?
Robert: You two. Have you met these two? They're great, Ma. You know what they do? Because they are so perfect and without flaw, they get together with, say, somebody's wife, and they make her believe that her husband belongs in a rubber room with a chin guard. It's quite a gift.
Ray: She should've just got the dog funnel.

Debra: Hey, you know what? Can I ask you something? I mean, forgive me, Robert, but why do you do the chin thing?
Robert: Uh, have you not been following?
Debra: No, I mean, I understand about stress. But of all the things you could do to deal with stress. You know, like grind your teeth or bite your nails...
Frank: Pull your hair out.
Debra: You know what I mean, Robert? I mean, why do you do that specific thing? Why do you touch food to your chin?
Robert: Because the voices tell me to. You happy now?

Ray: I remember the first time I saw him do it. It was Easter and I was, like, five. And Mom, she made the mistake of leaving me and Robert alone with our Easter baskets, so we just started shoving candy in our mouths as fast as we could. And Robert was touching everything to his chin. I was only five, but I still think I said, "What the hell?" Anyway, Mom comes in and goes, "You two weren't eating candy before dinner, were you?" And we played it totally cool. We said, "No, Mommy, no." And I thought, "For sure we're gonna get away with it." Then I look up, and sticking to Robert's chin is the tail of a marshmallow duck.
Marie: And what did I do to teach you two a lesson?
Ray & Robert: Gave our candy to poor children.
Frank: It was delicious.

Frank: I remember one time I took him to the lodge, and he spotted a jar of pickles on the bar. So I give him one and he starts doing his thing. And all my buddies start feeding him more pickles to watch him do it. And you know what? Turns out those pickles were on that bar when the lodge opened in 1952. Robert threw up like Niagara Falls. [laughs] Oh, well. Does that solve your mystery?
Amy: No, but now I know why Robert screams at pickles.

Marie: See, I never cared how the food got in the boys' mouth, as long as they ate. But I remember dinnertime. Raymond would be sitting in his little high chair, and Frank always had to work late back then. It was a wonderful time. And I would feed Raymond his sweet potatoes and peas, and you'd make the cutest faces. I'm telling you, he should've been on commercials. He was so much cuter than that Gerber baby.
Ray: Oh, I was not cuter. We were both cute.
Marie: I remember I gave a big spoonful, and I would say, "Here comes an airplane in for a landing."
Ray: Ma, please.
Marie: Come on, your airpane's waiting.
Ray: Stop it. Stop it.
Marie: Come on
Ray: No.
Marie: There we- Oh, yeah. Oh, oops oops oops. We don't want the airline to lose your luggage. There. There's that cute face.
Ray: All right, Ma, okay.
Debra: Wait a minute. Marie, where was Robert when you were feeding cute little Raymond?
Marie: I don't know.