Robert: It was you? Oh my God, I'm sorry, Ma. I've been giving you the silent treatment all week.
Marie: You have?

Marie: I know. I'm sorry. I mean, there was so much stuff in the drawer and I was just trying to clean up. And I know I shouldn't be doing that. Right, Debra?
Debra: Yes. Yes. How many times have I told you we can clean our house ourselves?
Marie: I know, I don't listen.
Debra: I guess you don't.
Ray: Do you have any idea what you've done?
Marie: Oh, I apologize, Raymond. It breaks my heart to hurt you. And if there's anything... [sobs] If there's anything I can... [cries]
Ray: Oh, no. No, you don't. No. You don't cry. I cry. You come uninvited into my house and you go into a private drawer and you throw out the best thing that's happened to me in years. Oh. It's at the dump, Ma. It's at the dump! [exits]
Marie: [stops crying] There we go.

Frank: Where the hell are all my clothes?
Marie: Debra took them.
Frank: Why would you take my clothes?
Marie: I'm really very upset with you, Debra.
Debra: I'm sorry, Frank.
Frank: Where the hell are they? [Debra looks to Marie]
Marie: Well, Debra said she was gonna have them cleaned. Why don't you tell him how you were over at our house and the boy came to the door?
Debra: A boy came to the door. [Debra looks back at Marie]
Marie: And he said he was with a new dry-cleaners and that he was trying to make some money for college and Debra decided to help him out.
Frank: He was going door to door? That doesn't make any sense.
Marie: It sounds a little fishy to me, Debra.

Frank: And then she dug up Marie's nice rosebush. She's gotta be stopped.
Marie: My roses! [hits Frank] Oh, you horrible brute!
Frank: It wasn't me, it was Debra. Debra, you're on.
Marie: Oh, stop it. Admit it was you.
Frank: I'll admit it when you tell me what you did with my clothes.
Marie: They're gone.
Frank: Where are they?
Marie: I dropped them off at a homeless shelter, and they're being used to wash cars.

Amy: Wow, Marie. Seems like you cover for everybody.
Marie: That's what a mother does.
Ray: Yeah, a mother who wants to control everybody. You get something on everybody, and then you use it.
Debra: Yeah.
Robert: Is that what a mother does?
Marie: Excuse me. Did I ask you all to come to me and ask for these favors? You come to me because you know that I can deliver. Go out on the street and ask for those favors and see what you get. And so, yes maybe sometimes I ask for a favor in return, once in a blue moon. And you call that controlling? I call that a family.
Amy: A Mafia family.
Marie: Is that what you think, Amy?
Amy: I'm sorry.
Marie: No, no, no, maybe you're right. Maybe it's wrong for me to have all these secrets. I mean, the truth is, it's a burden to hold on to all these things that I know about everyone. Maybe I should just clear the air right now.

Marie: Hello, dear. How are you?
Debra: I don't know.
Marie: What's wrong?
Debra: Ray is gonna kill me.
Marie: Oh, dear. I told you. You know, salt is just a seasoning. It can't be the main ingredient.

Debra: All right, Frank, listen. You've always been honest with me, so... there's something I gotta tell you.
Frank: What?
Debra: Marie's the one that got rid of your clothes.
Frank: What?
Debra: You can't tell her I told you.
Frank: I knew it. That story had Marie's stink all over it. Why did you cover for her?
Debra: She helped me out with something and I owed her a favor.
Frank: Okay, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go strangle a woman with her own bathrobe.
Debra: No, no, no! No! You can't strangle her because then she'll know I told you, and then she'll tell... Unless you really strangle her. No, no, no.

Debra: No, no, no, Marie, it's not that. Ray got this letter from Muhammad Ali.
Marie: I heard. You know that Robert's responsible for the correspondence?
Debra: Yes, I know.
Marie: He was so excited to do that for his little brother. He hasn't talked about anything else. Isn't that sweet? You know, Raymond's loved that Muhammad Ali ever since I can remember.
Debra: I threw it out.
Marie: What?!
Debra: I threw the letter out.
Marie: Oh my God, why would you do such a thing?
Debra: I was straightening up.
Marie: No, really. Why?

Debra: Frank, what are you doing?
Frank: Remember how you owe me?
Debra: Marie's not in there, is she?

Debra: Marie. What- I don't know what to say.
Marie: You don't have to say anything, dear.
Debra: Thank you.
Marie: It was nothing. Who knows? Someday I may ask you for a favor.
Debra: Oh, of course. Of course, I will do anything.
Marie: Good. We have an understanding. Let's have some cake.