Debra: This bottle of basil your mother gave me has another label underneath.
Ray: Tarragon. ["ta-rag-on"]
Debra: Tarragon.
Ray: Oh, that's your weird taste.
Debra: Uh-huh.
Ray: That's not in the recipe, is it?
Debra: [laughs] No!
Ray: Oh, my God.
Debra: Okay, Ray? That's your mother!

Ray: Okay, Mom, it's very good food but, no, you can't do this.
Marie: Oh, I know. I know it was wrong, but Debra asked for my recipes and I panicked. I'll understand if you don't want to come over anymore.
Ray: I'm gonna come over more. I wanted you to see what you did to Debra.
Marie: I'm sorry. I know it was wrong. I'll talk to her.
Ray: She's pretty mad, Ma.
Marie: Don't worry, because she's a mother, too. She'll understand.
Ray: Yeah.
Marie: You want something to eat?
Ray: All right.
Marie: [finds almost empty bottle in fridge] That son of a bitch.