Amy: All right, guys, let's play.
Debra: Come on, Ray. Turn off the TV.
Ray: [groans] This is what you do now, huh? You play board games?
Amy: I just like games 'cause it's something we can all do together.
Robert: Oh yeah, absolutely. Family fun. [to Ray] Come on, let me kick your ass.

Amy: You know, Frank, I know that up till now the lodge has been a men's club, but if you were to consider-
Frank: For...get it!

Debra: You know what they did at my parents' country club?
Marie: I don't think anybody wants to hear a fancy country-club story right now, dear.
Debra: It's not a fancy country- [sighs] You know what they did? They had special recruiting events.
Frank: What do you mean?
Debra: Recruiting events to attract new members. They had a wine tasting, a casino night, a luau.
Robert: Or you could raid a nursing home.
Debra: Since this is a men's club, you could have a manly, football-watching, meat-eating party.

Frank: I like football. I love meat. But we can't.
Debra: Why not?
Frank: Well, O'Neal used to handle all that party crap, and he was part of the thinning.
Debra: You could do this, Frank. All it is is a party and then some follow-up phone calls to the guests. When I was in PR, I did it all the time.
Frank: Maybe you could do it again.
Debra: Me?
Frank: We'll pay you.
Marie: I'll pay you.

Garvin: Hey, Debra's here! Ha ha ha!
Debra: Thanks, Garvin. How you boys doin'?
Stan: We're terrific. How's our favorite busy bee?
Debra: Great. I've got all your membership records together here. Tomorrow I'm gonna put them on the computer.
All: Oh!
Frank: Didn't I tell you fellas? O'Neal couldn't do that even when he was alive.
Garvin: Debra, you've been workin' all week. Why don't you punch out for the day?
Stan: Yeah. Have a drink with us. I'm buying.
Frank: Stan's buying. Wow, Debra, you're here on a historic occasion.
Stan: I'm not buyin' for you. I'm buyin' for Debra.
Garvin: Come on, Debra. Get over here to the watering hole.
Frank: Watering hole because we're caribou.

Debra: I've gotten a great response to the football party.
Albert: You must've put your picture on the invitation.
Debra: Aw, Albert!
Stan: Hey, Debra, I was thinking of another fundraising idea: The Caribou Follies.
Debra: Oh, yeah?
Garvin: Oh, yeah. Back in the service, we used to put on shows, you know, where we dress up like broads and dance around.
Max: Some of us still do.
Frank: Hey, you know what? We could do something like that without the dressing-up part.

Ray: So you're almost done here, though, right? 'Cause Mom's over, and she's talking to me a lot, so maybe you could come home now?
Max: Come on, pal. Give her a break.
Stan: Raymond's kind of a killjoy, huh, Frank?
Frank: Gets it from his mother.
Ray: I'm not a killjoy. I just don't enjoy sing-alongs.
Albert: I guess the jokes are from his mother, too.
Ray: All right. Okay. Well, have fun playing with your friends, and then I'll just be home waiting.
Stan: You know what, Debra? Your wife's a nag.

Debra: Wow, I'm tired.
Ray: Yeah, you must be, yeah. Next time, you should tell the guys, "Go easy on the up-tempo numbers."
Debra: Hey, I worked hard today. You just happened to come in when we were singing and drinking.
Ray: I understand. It's gotta be exhausting entertaining the troops... from the Civil War.
Debra: You know, Ray, you were welcome to join us.
Ray: I was?! You mean I could have hung out with Max and Albert and Rip Van Gassy?
Debra: I like them, and I like helping them out. Why does this bother you so much?
Ray: It doesn't bother me. If that's how you wanna enjoy your twilight years, go ahead.
Debra: You are so immature. You make fun of them for being old.
Ray: They made fun of me.
Debra: Yeah. I hope you're as charming as they are when you're their age.
Ray: I can be that charming right now. Hey, toots! Hey, 23 skidoo! [sings Camptown Races]

Marie: Raymond, I think you should suggest to Debra that she doesn't need to go to the lodge anymore.
Ray: What do you mean, Ma? She's doing great and the guys love her down there.
Women: Of course they do!
Marie: There's something quite inappropriate about a girl like her parading around in front of a group of men.
Hilda: It's shameful.
Marie: Hilda, maybe you should wait in the car.

Marie: It's not right. Debra's having an influence on the men.
Mrs. Pechi: Albert comes home and all I hear is, "Why can't you fix yourself up like Debra?" I can't compete with that. Debra's under 60.
Hilda: That's right. Suddenly my Artie has all this pent-up energy. Won't leave me alone. He's pinching, making kissing noises. I can't get mixed up in that nonsense.
Ray: Okay. All right. All right.
Marie: Raymond, you know that I love Debra. But I have to tell you, around men she has an air.