Debra: I mean, those guys compliment me on my ideas and tell me how great I'm doin'. They're completely grateful to have me around. And you know what? I bet those gentlemen could teach you a thing or two.
Ray: Like what, how to wear my pants up high?
Debra: All right, that's enough jokes, Ray.
Ray: Yeah. Grow hair out of my ears.
Debra: Enough, Ray.
Ray: Drive with my blinker on.
Debra: Ray!
Ray: Okay. Sorry. Yell at a squirrel. [Debra turns the bedside lamp off] Reuse a tea bag.

Frank: Marie, come back here.
Marie: Your father is impossible.
Frank: You know I don't like my orange juice with pulp.
Marie: It says right here, "no pulp."
Frank: You and that are liars.

Marie: The Caribou Lodge is closed today, so he's hanging around the house and he's making me miserable.
Frank: You ain't doin' that much for me either.
Robert: What do you mean the lodge is closed?
Frank: We're having some financial trouble due to a recent thinning of the herd.
Amy: "Thinning of the herd"?
Marie: The old men are dying.

Frank: Yeah, we're down to four days a week now. If things keep goin' this way, we may have to close altogether.
Marie: Oh God, no!
Robert: You guys need some new blood?
Ray: Blood, hips, hair... whatever you got.

Ray: She's not gonna do that.
Debra: Well, uh... excuse me. I might wanna help them. I have the time.
Ray: What are you talking about? You've got plenty to do around here. I mean, the place is all messy and... Take it, Ma.
Marie: Debra is a wonderful housekeeper. Get to the lodge.

Debra: Okay, I'm going to the lodge.
Ray: Now?
Debra: Yeah. I've still got some work to do, and the computer's coming today.
Ray: Oh well, you'd better get down there. They're probably sitting in front of it waiting for "Mannix" to come on.

Ray: Mom's bridge club apparently is a little upset over Debra working for you guys.
Mrs. Pechi: She's a floozy.
Frank: Aw, come on. She just does some paperwork for us.
Mrs. Lopman: She's got my Joe gobbling heart pills.
Frank: Your husband's gobbling heart pills because he's had a 50-year love affair with ham.
Hilda: So how come this week Artie used up a full bottle of Aqua Velva?
Frank: Because we couldn't get him to use two bottles. No offense, but your husband has a problem. We can smell him underwater.
Mrs. Lopman: I smell a cover-up.
Frank: You know what? You ladies are outta your minds. Now I'm gonna watch the football game with my pants off.

Frank: All right, they're gone. Listen. You gotta make Debra quit.
Ray: What?
Frank: Get her outta there.
Ray: What are you talkin' about? You just said everything was fine.
Frank: I lied. The truth is... The guys at the lodge are... ogling your woman.
Ray: What do you mean? Is Debra really flirting with them?
Frank: No, no, it's not her. It's the guys. They stare at her, and then they exchange looks with each other. And then when she leaves the room, well, let's just say there's been some... commentary.
Ray: Oh, my God!
Frank: I know. I hate hearing those things. Debra's like a daughter to me. And yet, these men are my brothers. It's a pickle, I tell you!

Ray: What do they say?
Frank: I'm not allowed, don't you get it? I'm not supposed to tell you what goes on at the lodge. It's the Code of the Caribou.
Ray: All right. Look, you're nuts. The whole thing's probably blown way out of proportion.
Frank: Certain things about her have been mentioned.
Ray: Like what?
Frank: Her ankles. Her gams - that's legs. Her, uh... derriere.
Ray: What?!
Frank: Don't make me go higher.
Ray: What the hell goes on down there?
Frank: Son, it's it's time you knew something about The Caribou: They're pigs.
Frank: Where are you going?
Ray: I'm going down to the lodge, okay? I'm gonna talk to your friends.
Frank: You didn't hear this from me. You didn't hear this from me! I'll lose my antlers!

Stan: Hey, Ray. I think you're way outta line here. Where did you get all this stuff about us?
All: Yeah!
Garvin: Yeah, where?
Frank: From me!
Stan: Frank?
Garvin: You broke the code!
Frank: I don't care! The one time we have a nice lady work here, you guys have to act like idiots. I'm like her father. This isn't just some loose broad.