Ray: No, come on. Come over here. Look. Look at this. I mean, look. All right, it may not be my taste, but this used to be just a rock. Even I can appreciate that. What do most people who take an art class what do they make? Like a little paperweight or an ashtray, but look what you did. You- You know, I mean, look at this. You made this. You got people talking. You shocked people. Right? I think that's what real artists do. I'm proud of you.
Marie: Thank you, Raymond. You're a good boy. [hugs Ray]
Ray: But really, you gotta get it outta here.

Marie: Hi, everyone.
Frank: Oh my God, look. They've tented your mother for termites.

Marie: Okay, everybody. I want to thank both Raymond and Debra for their support and encouragement of my artistic pursuits. [Frank snores]
Debra: All right, Frank.
Marie: And in the tradition of artists and their patrons, the Michelangelos and the Medicis, I give you this.
Debra: Oh. Marie, this is fantastic.
Marie: You like it?
Frank: Wow.
Debra: Oh, I love it. You really did this?
Robert: Yeah, Ma, it's great!

Frank: I gotta tell ya, I don't know what the hell this is, but I love it.
Marie: Do you really, Frank? Oh, thank you.

Marie: Well, where should we put it?
Debra: What?
Marie: It's a gift to you and Raymond.
Robert: [chuckles] Man, oh, man.
Marie: I think it looks great right here. It becomes the focal point of the whole room.

Marie: Robbie, let's take the dolly back to the studio.
Robert: With pleasure, Mother. Enjoy your sculpture, Raymond! Ta-ta.

Ray: Dad? Dad, you can go now, too.
Frank: In a minute.
Ray: You can visit it later, all right?
Frank: You know, I'll tell you what, I'm gonna bring my camera over here and get a shot of all of us standing around it. Hey, that could be our Christmas Card!

Geoffrey: I can't find my crayons.
Ray: Crayons? No, there's no crayons here.
Debra: Here they are, honey. There you go, sweetie.
Geoffrey: What's that?
Ray: What? What?
Debra: Oh. Look, it's something that your grandmother carved out of stone. This is called a sculpture. This is art. [Michael stares at the sculpture] Okay, maybe that's enough art for now. Go play.
Geoffrey: Can I color it?
Debra: No. Go upstairs.
Ray: You know, not that I would encourage it, but the way he was looking at it, that's good, right? He's like a little man.
Debra: Idiot.
Ray: What- Because my father was concerned about him in that department! Oh, damn, it does follow you.

Debra: I can't look at it anymore.
Ray: All right. Okay. You know what? I'm covering it up for now. I'll start sanding it down tomorrow. Every day a little bit more. I'll sneak the dust out in my pants to the yard.
Marie: [enters] I was just in the-
Ray: You know what I'm doin'? I'm coverin' it up because it seems so alive that it should rest at night. Nighty-night.

Marie: Are you saying you don't want it?
Ray: Well, the thing is... It's not really my taste. You know, I like the kind of statues... Like a horse. Or somebody's head. Or the Heisman Trophy, that's a beauty.
Debra: I'm really into unicorns myself.
Marie: I see. All right. Well... Thank you for your candor.
Ray: But you're really a great sculptress. You know, why don't you- Why don't you do like a Mount Rushmore, only with us?
Marie: It's okay, Raymond, you don't have to keep it. And I don't expect you to come to the class exhibit, either. I think it's safe to say you wouldn't enjoy it.
Debra: Oh, Marie.
Marie: And I'm sorry that it had to be in your house for so long. I'll have it removed just as soon as possible. [exits]
Ray: I think it's mad.