Debra: No, that's okay. They're right. I'm not interesting. I don't have flair. I mean, maybe I would have flair if I, oh, barged into people's houses going, "[chuckles] What's that, dear? Frosting in a can? Oh, so much easier than homemade." Yeah, or what about, "I saw something questionable in the refrigerator. Ooh, it's gotten worse." [Ray and Robert chuckle]
Frank: She's doing you.
Debra: Maybe this is more interesting. "How are you fixed for pie, sweetheart?"
Ray: Take it easy, huh? Stop it.
Debra: Yeah, "I'm not listening anymore, doodah doodah."
Frank: She's very good. She's good. She's very good.
Ray: Very interesting, too. That's all.
Debra: How about this for some fascinating behavior? [eats chips, touching them to her chin] "Oh, never ends for Raymond. You're a lucky man, Raymond."
Ray: All right stop it. No.
Debra: "Everybody loves Raymond."
Robert: Do me now!

Ray: What are you doing?
Debra: Turning off the TV. In fact, we should move the TV. I don't want Dr. Nora to think this is the focal point of our living room.
Ray: It's the focal point of our lives.

Ray: These are the kind of parents that keep you in business.
Marie: We live right across the street.
Dr. Nora: Really?
Frank: How are you fixed for pie Ray?
Dr. Nora: I take it the boundaries are rather informal.
Ray: Oh, they're rather invisible, really.

Marie: Oh, you and I have a lot in common.
Ray: Ma, Dr. Nora's got time to write you one prescription and then you got to go.
Marie: I am so glad that Debra's seeing someone. Just between us, what's wrong with her?

Ray: Hey, you know you imitated everybody today except me.
Debra: I can't do you.
Ray: Come on.
Debra: No, I can't.
Ray: Go ahead. Give it a try.
Debra: [nasally voice] "Oh, no. There's something wrong with the shower. Get out of here. Oh, my rash is back."
Ray: You know, it isn't funny if it hurts the other person.

Marie: [enters] Ray, there's a big black car parked in your driveway.
Ray: Yeah, Deb's got some company, all right?
Frank: You know who drives big black cars? The Feds.
Dr. Nora: It's my car. I'm here to see Debra.
Marie: Well, wait a minute. Say something else.
Dr. Nora: Hello, I'm Dr. Nora.
Marie: Oh, that voice. Are you Dr. Nora?
Dr. Nora: That's me.
Marie: Oh, I can't tell you what a huge fan I am of yours. You taught me to express myself.
Frank: Thanks a bunch, lady.

Dr. Nora: Debra, I would love if they stay. I think they'd add an interesting dimension to the piece.
Robert: Hey, chips.
Frank: You hear that? We're interesting.
Dr. Nora: And your husband is very funny.
Ray: She's going to quote me.
Debra: Well, you know, actually that's why I married him, Dr. Nora, for his sense of humor. You see, we met when I was doing PR for a hockey team. And I know what you're going to say, "Oh, a woman in hockey." [notices Dr. Nora is enthralled watching Robert eat] But actually it wasn't as... Well... But I am not sure if that's the kind of information you're looking for. Would you like me to get right to our sex life?
Dr. Nora: Excuse me are you very nervous right now or do you do that all the time?
Robert: Do what? [touches food to his chin]

Debra: I'll go over in the morning and apologize, all right?
Ray: You can go over there but don't apologize. Just do the act again. They loved you. You were afraid you were boring.
Debra: Yeah, but I mean that wasn't me, Ray, that was them. Nothing funny about me to imitate, you know?
Ray: What are you talking about? Here, I'll do you. "Ray, get off of me. It's not your birthday."

Ray: I think she was very impressed with my weekly underwear schedule. Yeah, eight years. Eight years you made fun of me. Come on.
Debra: Dr. Nora thought I was boring.
Ray: Look, you're not boring, you're normal. All right, that's good. Growing up in my family, I prayed for normal every night. Then I'd fall asleep to the sound of my brother naming his toes. There was Fat Tony, Jimmy the Weasel, Billy Stretch, and Tastes Bad.
Debra: Ray, I was so excited that Dr. Nora was coming here, but there's no way I could follow the dysfunctional family circus.
Ray: Well, you should have went on before them.

Debra: Dr. Nora is coming here. She's coming here.
Ray: What? Get out of here. Why here?
Debra: She wants to interview me for a book she's doing on the American family.
Ray: Why you?
Debra: Because she says I'm part of a vanishing breed: the housewife.
Ray: I called you that and you made me sit in the garage.