Angelina: And you?
Ray: Okay, water. I'll just start with a glass, though. And then what, we're going to have the usual?
Angelina: I just started on Saturday. Nobody has a usual yet.
Ray: It's four slices, everything on it.
Angelina: That should be an occasional.

Bernie: Man, look at her. If I wasn't married, you know what I'd do?
Ray: You'd wear the same underwear every day.

Bernie: Come on. You don't think she's hot?
Ray: Yeah, she's all right. Relax, you're gonna pull a muscle.
Bernie: She's all right? She's built like the lady from the mud flaps.
Ray: Mud flaps?
Bernie: You know, the lady you see on the trucks. You know, like this.
Ray: Don't you do it.
Angelina: Your order will be up in just one minute.
Bernie: Did you smell her?
Ray: No, I read the sign, Bernie. "Thank you for not smelling the help."

Bernie: Come on. What are you looking so guilty about?
Ray: That's my natural look.
Bernie: Look, lighten up. You didn't do anything wrong.
Ray: Let me tell you something. This has been bothering me. I did not need that much Parmesan cheese.

Bernie: You know who she smells like? Do you remember Carla D'Amico from high school?
Ray: Yeah, Carla D'Amico. She smelled like vanilla and apple and strawberry. You know what she was like? The syrup caddy at the House of Pancakes.
Bernie: Let's go there later.

Frank: You don't know what you're messing with here, do you? You could get hit by the thunderbolt.
Bernie: What's that?
Frank: The thunderbolt. You see somebody, and then... Ba-boom! Before you know it, you're in big trouble. It's in your blood.
Ray: All right.
Frank: I can't go into detail.

Frank: You better watch it.
Ray: I didn't...
Frank: Until you learn to keep a poker face, you don't come in here anymore. You're off Nemo's. Just forget about it. No more pizza, you understand? [to Angelina] Uh, sweetheart?
Angelina: Yeah?
Frank: Could I have a little Parmesan over here, please?

Ray: You sure this is a good idea, honey? Pizza could be fattening. [off Debra's look] Not that you have to worry, not with your great figure. Oh, boy, I can't wait to get you home.

Angelina: Hi, I think we spoke on the phone earlier. I'm Angelina.
Debra: Hi.
Angelina: Hi.
Ray: Oh, I'm sorry, that was rude of me. This is Debra, the little lady. I don't mean "little" in a size way, or "little" that she doesn't matter. She's my big lady. She's my great big lady.
Debra: Nice to meet you.

Angelina: You want your usual?
Ray: [chuckles] Like I have a usual.
Debra: Go ahead, Ray. Just get your usual.
Ray: Bernie, Bernie's usual. I'm gonna go with Italian food. And what about you, my bride?
Debra: We're gonna have a large cheese pizza. I need three milks for the kids. I'll have a root beer, and he needs something to drink right away.