Frank: Come on. You hate their guts.
Ray: Enough already, okay? All right, look, so they're a little sophisticated.
Frank: He admits it, we're better.
Ray: Look, you know they're not my favorite people, right? But you've got to be nice Saturday. It's for Debra and for me, indirectly.
Marie: I will be my usual charming self. I'll even bring a present.
Frank: Here, 30 cents off, Dijon Mustard. A Poupon coupon.

Marie: This is for you.
Lois: Oh, you shouldn't have.
Marie: Now, now, it's a box of the finest milk chocolate.
Lois: Thank you, Marie. I still haven't quite finished the last box. [chuckles]

Frank: Warren, how've you been? Where are you going on your next vacation, Maui?
Warren: A little further, actually.
Lois: We're going to Vietnam.
Frank & Marie: What?
Frank: Vietnam? What, do you owe Charlie some payback?
Debra: Oh, I've been reading that Vietnam is a fascinating place to go now. Oh, I would love to see it.
Ray: Yeah, or we could just rent Apocalypse Now.

Lois: So, Marie, what's new with you? Have you seen any new shows in town?
Marie: I saw The Three Tenors last week on TV. I think PBS is wonderful.
Frank: Until they start asking for money.

Ray: Debra and I were just saying it's a shame we don't spend more time together.
Lois: We were just thinking the same thing. So, why don't we all have dinner together tomorrow night?
Ray: Huh?
Warren: We have a reservation at Le Bernardus. We'll just expand it. We'll all go.
Debra: That's a four-star restaurant.
Marie: No, no, no, thank you. We don't go to those kinds of places because... it's just too much.
Frank: I don't like to get dressed.

Warren: How's police work treating you?
Robert: Oh, you know, one day you're rescuing a puppy, the next day fishing a skull out of a toilet.

Ray: Look at all that bread. I'm so glad we came here.
Frank: You got any rye bread?
Gerard: No, sir, I'm sorry. We do not.
Frank: I like rye bread.
Ray: They don't have any, Dad.
Debra: I'll have a baguette over here.
Frank: Well, you got all these kinds of bread. You don't have rye bread. Rye bread is a very common bread. What do you do when Jewish people come in here?
Gerard: Would you like to speak with the manager, sir?
Frank: Is he Jewish?
Ray: Dad, just take a roll, okay? Sorry, man.
Frank: Don't apologize. The customer is always right. Am I right?
Warren: I would never argue with you, Frank.

Gerard: Perhaps you'd like to hear tonight's specials.
Debra: Please.
Gerard: In addition to the menu... the chef has prepared a crab in a puff pastry. It's a Dungeness crab in a light butter and garlic sauce.
Frank: How much is that?
Gerard: It's $32.
Frank: Oh, geezaloo!
Lois: Now, Frank, you're not allowed to look at the prices tonight.
Frank: Warren, wake up, will you? This guy's got both his hands in your pocket.

Ray: I'm sorry. I didn't want to insult them. I was embarrassed and I snapped. I didn't want to insult your parents. I'm sorry I ruined the evening.
Debra: What else?
Ray: There's a "what else?"
Debra: You're going to call my parents tomorrow and apologize...
Ray: Yes, of course, I look forward to it. I'd call them right now, but they're probably at a midnight show of Mummenschanz.

Ray: Take a look at your daughter.
Debra: Yeah, so? She looks happy.
Ray: She's happy. That's very happy.
Debra: What, should we call a doctor, Ray?
Ray: I'm just saying, look how good it is to be five. You're truly happy at five. Your happiness peaks at five.
Debra: Oh, come on. I'm happy.
Ray: You're not that happy. You can't be. Look at her. Ally, what are you thinking of?
Ally: Candy.
Ray: Candy! Huh, you're that happy? When was the last time you daydreamed about candy? You can't do that as an adult. Try, you don't get far. Candy. Candy. Oh, cavities. Cavities. No money. Who am I? Why am I here? What am I doing? Am I gay? See? Candy doesn't work.
Ally: [removes gum] Try this candy.
Debra: Happy now?
Ray: Candy.