Frank: How are you two? Yeah? Super.
Ray: Help yourself, Dad.
Frank: Your mother's never at home anymore. She hasn't cooked for me in a month.
Debra: She's really loving that sculpture class, isn't she?
Frank: Yeah, thanks for talking her into that. I just ate a fistful of bullion cubes.
Debra: Hey, did you know that Marie's teacher said that she has real talent?
Ray: Really? The teacher that she pays?
Debra: Never mind. Look, she's meeting new people. I think that's good for her.
Frank: Have you talked to them?

Ray: Can I talk to you? Come over here a second. Did you look at the sculpture?
Debra: Yeah. It's great. What?
Ray: Yeah, well... What does it look like?
Debra: I don't know. It doesn't look like anything.
Ray: Oh, it definitely looks like something.
Debra: What?
Ray: Don't you think it looks a little like a...
Debra: What?
Ray: Isn't it a bit too ladylike?
Debra: [gasps] [scoffs] Great!
Ray: You see?
Debra: Oh, now I do, thank you.

Marie: Raymond, what do you think?
Ray: What? Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Marie: Uh-huh?
Debra: Yeah, it it's wonderful, Marie, really.
Robert: So, Ma, what is it?
Marie: It's an abstract.
Ray: [to Debra] Not abstract enough.

Debra: You've done an amazing job.
Robert: It looks like something, though. What does it look like?
Marie: I don't think Raymond likes it.
Ray: What?
Marie: You're hardly looking at it.
Ray: Well, I'm lookin' at it.
Marie: You can get close. You can even touch it.
Ray: I'm fine!

Robert: This is bugging me. Where have I seen this before? [Ray whispers in Robert's ear]
Marie: You know, the Greeks used to say that the shape is in the stone just waiting to come out.
Robert: What? Oh, my God!
Marie: What, Robbie?
Robert: Huh? No... It's nothing. It's fabulous! Abstract! Very...

Debra: You know maybe well, from this angle, it looks kind of like a... Like a... A sailboat. Yes, I see a sailboat.
Ray: A sailboat that could use a pair of underwear!
Debra: Okay, listen. Your mother gave this to us, and if we have to live with it, it's gonna be a sailboat.
Ray: Whoa, whoa. I'm not living with it. I can't live with it!
Debra: You can't tell her that. Now, this may make you uncomfortable, but we have got to support her.
Ray: Oh, great, yes, we'll support her. Meantime, there's gonna be a cover charge to get in our living room.

Robert: I've been thinking about it, and I'm wondering, where's my sculpture?
Ray: What are you talking about? You want one of these?
Robert: You mean, a sign of affection from my mother? I don't know. What's that like?
Ray: This is a sign of affection?
Robert: In its own disturbing way, yes.
Ray: You're sick.
Robert: You're sick.
Ray: You're sick. You.
Robert: I loathe you.

Debra: Oh, no, no, no. You're not going anywhere.
Ray: Why? Why not?
Debra: Because I can't take one more day being stuck here with that. And the kids and their questions. "Why did Grandma make that?" "What is it?" "Why is it so big?" I can't take it anymore. I am seeing it in my sleep. I see it, and I know it's your mother's, and we have to get rid of it.

Debra: But I was just thinking... Just now... Um, it's so precious. I mean, what if one of the kids breaks it?
Ray: Yeah, that would be bad.
Marie: Well, if you're worried about that, we could move it. Oh, it could go in your bedroom.
Debra: No!
Ray: No, no, no!
Debra: No. No, no. We we don't really like art in the bedroom.
Ray: Too highfalutin'. We're simple folk.

Sister Beth: Okay, let's load it up.
Ray: Okay, all right. Take it away. Enjoy it. The sheet comes with it. You get that for free. No lie. [chuckles] You know what, the sheet should stay on it all the time. It's kind of part of the sculpture. [Sister Ann removes the sheet] No, no.
[After seeing the sculpture, the nuns both turn and look at Ray, before gazing back at the statue]
Sister Ann: Oh, my.
Sister Beth: Well...
Ray: Pretty abstract, huh? Okay, all right, all right. Let's load this puppy up.