Marie: Good night, boys. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite. Not that there are bedbugs. You're perfectly safe. But make sure you lock your door.
Ray: Got it, Ma!
Marie: Because in the neighborhood...
Ray: Yeah, we know!

Ray: All right, Ma, it looks like it's all gonna work out.
Marie: It doesn't look that way, Raymond.
Ray: No, no, it is. It is. You smell nice. What is that? Is that a new perfume?
Marie: No, it's what I always wear. It's my Jean Nate.
Ray: I've always- I've always loved that. And I gotta say something. I've never told you this, but you know what one of my favorite things about you is...? [Ray starts pushing Marie's chair towards the family]
Marie: What are you doing?
Ray: No, Ma, please, I'm just trying to compliment you, that's all. I just- I just love the way you're just so open-minded and considerate, especially when someone's trying to do something for you.
Marie: Raymond, you are putting me into a very awkward situation.
Ray: No, I'm not. I'm putting you into your Christmas picture, which you're gonna love. Hey, everybody, look, it's Mom. If you could just, please, just try to smile.
Marie: I will, Raymond, but this is not the present I wanted.

Marie: Amy, how's Gianni?
Amy: Why? Did he say something? Did he say he broke up with me? 'Cause the truth is it was totally mutual!
Marie: Oh.
Amy: Actually, it's fine. It's perfectly fine. We had fun for a while, but it turns out he's awful and afraid to be happy.
Marie: I'm sorry, dear. [touches Robert's back] Tuck in your shirt.
Robert: Get the hell outta here! Git!

Marie: Well, dear, we all knew that eventually one of those thoughts would slip out.
Debra: One of what thoughts?
Marie: You know. That you think you're better than us.
Debra: What?
Robert: Better than who, exactly? Just- Just you and Dad? Or all of us?
Marie: All of us.