Marie: Do you know that Robert is still out on his date from last night?
Frank: Hey, great. Back in the saddle? I want to turn his room into a study.
Marie: A study? What are going to study? Your feet?

Marie: Oh, Raymond. Another sex game?
Ray: What are you talking about?
Marie: Well, it's like the other one you had when you were younger, with all the colored dots.
Ray: Twister?
Marie: Don't think I didn't know what was going on downstairs.
Ray: What? I played with Robert.
Frank: I don't want to hear any more.

Ray: Aw, come on, Dad.
Frank: No, no. Gianni's your fix-it guy now. Call him dad.
Marie: That's not such a terrible offer.

Debra: It seems like it was just yesterday Ally was so nice cute little smile, little blonde curls.
Marie: I have blonde curls.
Ray: Yeah, you do, Ma. You do.

Amy: Hey, Marie.
Marie: Look at Amy. You look marvelous, dear. Doesn't she look marvelous, Debra?
Debra: Why wouldn't she? She's living with you.
Marie: True.

Marie: You two are going to be so happy that you've done all this. You know, when Robbie moved out, I took over the boys' bathroom, and now Frank and I get along so much better.
Ray: Yeah. Debra and I have always dreamed of having a marriage like yours.
Marie: Oh, I better go. I'm expecting a delivery, and your father doesn't have pants on. You did a marvelous job, Debra. I just may have to bathe here myself sometime.
Ray: A lot of nice images today.

Ray: He did it to himself. The team was right.
Marie: You would put a basketball team before your family?
Ray: You don't understand. He was out of control. He was yelling he wouldn't listen to anybody. He screamed and then he stormed out.
Marie: That's nonsense, Who the hell in this family acts like that? You better get over there and make your brother feel better or the next time I come over, I won't be so nice. [storms out]

Marie: Hello, dear.
Debra: Hi.
Marie: What's for dinner?
Debra: It's turkey dogs.
Marie: Turkey dogs? What an interesting choice!
Debra: I have them every week.
Frank: That's totally... insane.
Debra: What?
Marie: What he means is you've got some imagination there, Debra.

Ray: But, Mom.
Marie: What?
Ray: Maybe I'll-- I don't know. I'll go with you.
Marie: No, that's all right, dear, you don't have to.
Ray: No. I want to.
Marie: You want to go dancing?
Ray: Well, I don't know about that, but we can hang.
Marie: Don't be silly. We'll foxtrot.
Ray: Look, I don't know how to do that.
Marie: Yes you do. You remember your cousin Gene's wedding?
Ray: I was 13.
Marie: But you were very good. All right, just follow me now. It's step-step, quick step. Count with me.

Marie: Oh, Frank! Look what you did to them!
Frank: Don't give me that, Marie! You loved it when I scared them! Then they'd come running to you and you could hug and cuddle and slobber all over them.
Ray: Hey, that was nice. That's an actual good memory I have. She'd calm us down.
Robert: Yeah. She use to scratch my head. That helped.
Marie: [scratching Robert's head] I didn't like seeing my boys scared.