Ray: How long are you going to be?
Debra: Depends.
Ray: On what?
Debra: How long it takes to fix what you've done here.
Ray: So, like, a few minutes, right? Listen. I'm really sorry.
Debra: Yeah, I know you are.
Ray: Can I get anything? Do you need any help? Anything I can do at all? Look, shouldn't you just yell at me here or something?
Debra: Ray, when you're on the Titanic, you load the lifeboats. You don't stop to yell at the iceberg.

Frank: How come you told your mother about Amy and you didn't tell me.
Robert: You didn't ask.
Debra: You asked?
Marie: I care about people.
Amy: Marie, why would you ask that about me?
Debra: You know, I can explain it. Run. Just run and keep running.

Amy: Robert, why would you tell your mother that?
Ray: So she'd like you better.
Debra: You're worse. You lied so she'd like me better.
Ray: A lie of love.
Debra: Oh, God. I keep forgetting what a freak show this family is until somebody new comes in and looks at us like that. I remember that look. That used to be me. And now I'm one of them.

Debra: Well, I just thought that after the kids grow up, it might be nice if, I don't know, we moved upstate and opened a little bed-and-breakfast somewhere.
Ray: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Bed-and-breakfast? What do you mean, like, strangers coming in and out of our house all the time?
Debra: Yes, Ray, strangers. I'd like to try strangers for a change.

Lois: Well, perhaps we should talk about this later. This really isn't the time, Debra.
Debra: Oh, that's right. This is your vacation. You gotta do your crossword, then take a siesta, then you got to run off to see Renoir!
Lois: Well, I'm sorry, Debra. I just don't know what you want from me.
Marie: [to Geoffrey] Oh here, honey. Let me get that for you.
Debra: You know what I want? I want you to be a part of the family! I want you to help! Or I want you to at least want to help, okay? I want you to be more like... [points to Marie] like her!

Debra: Robert, look. No, listen. You're not so... Listen, I feel sorry for myself too sometimes.
Robert: Not like me. I got issues.
Debra: No, I have my moments.
Robert: Yeah, you. Like what?
Debra: Like, um, okay. For instance, you know I grew up in a nice, normal family, I was used to people being a certain way. And then I married your brother, which is great, but they are over, every day, a lot! "Hello, dear." "Holy crap!" "Hello, dear." "Holy crap!" I mean, you know, on Friday, your mother was over nine times, in one day! Nine times! And at times like that it's hard for me not to say, "Why me?" You know, "Why me?" Why, why, why, why, why, why?

Debra: Tell your father we're doing this the right way.
Frank: Hey, me not having to pay anything is the right way. Oh, holy crap! Look at this scratch!
Debra: Okay, see, here's the thing: When a person drives their car into someone's home, I think that person should be sympathetic and apologetic and try to help the person whose home has been demolished try to make it better!
Frank: Hey, I'm trying, but you won't listen.
Debra: I won't listen?!
Marie: I must say, Debra, that tone doesn't help the situation.
Debra: My tone?! My tone! You just drove a car into my house!

Ray: Hey, your parents seem to be doing okay. It's nice.
Debra: It's not nice. My father just said, "Holy crap."
Ray: What? You always wanted our parents to get along.
Debra: Yeah, but I didn't want my parents to convert. Look at them.
Lois: You were right, Marie. Debra could get this rug a lot cleaner.
Warren: [groans] Oh, Frank, I got to tell you. I overdid it this year. [unbuttons belt]
Frank: You know what you need, pal? A pair of my special stretchy pants.

Debra: I could have sworn I gave that back to your mother. I mean, I don't know what happened. Well, here's what probably happened is that, you know, I'm doing a million things and the kids are always at you and they're asking you for stuff and Ally probably came up to me and asked me for something and I didn't really hear. You know, and as long as I don't hear the word "gun" or "knife," I just said, "Yeah." So, yeah, that that's probably what happened, I'm positive. Because, you know, I'm doing like a million things, and you know, I've gotta do everything here myself, and if you would pitch in a little bit more, Ray-
Ray: Oh, no, no! No! No! Don't look at me! This is what drowning people do, they pull you right down with them.
Debra: Well, I'm screwed, all right?
Robert: You know what's really bad? She apologized to you even though she knew she was right.
Debra: Oh, shut up! Why do you come over here, to state the obvious? Is that what you're here for?
Robert: I must say, Debra, this is not your most attractive side.
Debra: What do I do? What do I do?!

Debra: And you can't even see what the real problem is here, can you? There's an image that Michael has of us.
Ray: Come on, we're normal. [off Debra's look] Comparatively normal. Watch the news.
Debra: Please.
Ray: Although I will say, there are times when you seem to yell for no reason, you know? Maybe... Maybe that's what he's pickin' up on.
Debra: I'm pretty sure that most of the leading characters in that story were from the Barone side.
Ray: Yeah, okay, but the loud part, I'm thinkin', is probably you.
Debra: So you're blaming me? You're completely free and clear?
Ray: I'm sorry, but I am not the yeller.
Debra: You are the reason for the yeller!
Ray: Well, you assume that there must be yelling!
Debra: You're damn right there's yell...