Frank: [enters] Hey, you got any Kleenex?
Marie: Don't give him any. We got five boxes open over there.
Frank: They're all halfway down. The tissues don't pop up anymore. You reach in, your hand gets stuck in the box.
Marie: Your hand gets stuck in the box because you shove it in like an animal.
Ray: Watch this. So, Ma, you think Dad's being wasteful and Dad, you think Mom's being unreasonable.
Frank: And a nag.
Marie: A nag? Oh, you bitter, miserable man.
Frank: Why do you think that is? Why do you think that is, Marie?
Marie: I'm sleeping here tonight.
Frank: Good! [exits]
Debra: [to Ray] Nice job, Professor.
Ray: [to Marie] No TV!

Ray: You know, in class, we were just doing this.
Frank: Why can't you just admit this is your fault?
Marie: Because I don't lose things, Frank. I'm organized.
Frank: Not organized. Insane. She's got a shoebox labeled: "Pieces of string too small to use."
Marie: That I should tie together into a noose.
Frank: I got a beam all picked out!
Marie: Yeah, I got a step stool for you.