Debra: That is just that is great! That's amazing. Marie, that's terrific.
Marie: I can see the world! Everything is a little more clear and vivid. Ooh! What's that?
Debra: What?
Marie: Oh, nothing. It's just an eyelash.
Ray: Oh, wow! Those are high-powered, Ma.
Marie: Make a wish. [Debra blows the eyelash away] Oh.
Debra: What?
Marie: Oh, nothing. I just never noticed your eyelashes.
Debra: What do you mean?
Marie: I- I always thought they were a little fuller. Ooh! Don't touch! You want to keep the ones you have.

Marie: Well, all right. I'd better be going. Goodbye, dear.
Ray: Okay. Bye-bye.
Marie: Oh, and I'll tell you another great thing about these new glasses: They let me see just how handsome you are!
Ray: Thanks, Ma. Maybe I should get Debra a pair.
Marie: Oh. And I love that little touch of gray you're getting around the sides. Very distinguished.
Ray: What?
Marie: I gotta go. Oh, and Debra, thank you for these. I'm gonna show these to Robbie. Oh, I can't wait for Thanksgiving tomorrow.

Debra: Isn't that great? Your mom can see.
Ray: Yeah, I know. It's like a blessing.
Marie: [enters] Oh, one more thing I was wondering if I could make a pumpkin bundt cake tomorrow.
Ray: Okay. Okay.
Debra: Yeah, that would be great. So we'll see you tomorrow.
Marie: And I'll see you tomorrow! [exits]

Debra: Hi, Robert.
Robert: Hey, e'rydody. Where do you want me to hut this cranderry sauce?
Ray: What did you say?
Robert: Cranderry sauce. It's hantastic!
Ray: "Hantastic"? What the hell happened to you?

Marie: Amy.
Amy: Marie.
Marie: Oh, it's so good to see you.
Amy: Yeah. It's been a while. I must look much older.
Marie: Oh, nonsense. You look beautiful, sweetie. Better with age, I say.
Amy: Thank you.
Marie: Of course. You don't want to be one of those women that gets all that work done.

Robert: Hi, Na.
Marie: Robert? Are you all right?
Robert: Sure. Hahhy Turkey Day!
Ray: Tell her what you did to yourself, moron!
Robert: Hy don't you?
Ray: I didn't do anything.
Robert: Touch his hair, Na! Touch his hair, Na!

Marie: Raymond you look so nice.
Ray: Thank you.
Marie: Is this shoe polish?
Ray: Only if you put it on a shoe. That's not the point. You said I looked nice. And I do! I look nice, and I feel nice. That's the most important thing. That you feel good about yourself.

Marie: Raymond did you put that stuff in your hair just because of something I said? About how I like the touch of silver on the side?
Ray: I don't like the silver.
Marie: Oh, Raymond. No matter how old you get, you're still gonna be my boy. And Debra you, uh- Oh my!
Debra: You said I had skimpy eyelashes.
Marie: Oh, honey, I didn't mean anything by that. You have such pretty eyes. I've always said that that's your best feature. Haven't I, Frank?
Frank: You've said plenty.
Marie: But I also have to say that I am so flattered that just because I made a couple of little observations, that my kids are willing to change things just to please me.

Robert: Nobody thinks I look younger?

Debra: Okay. So you really think my eyes look okay this way? Without all that stuff on them?
Ray: All right, let me tell you something. I have always thought your eyes were beautiful.
Debra: That's very sweet. But I want you to answer the question again, and bear in mind that I am way too tired to have sex tonight.
Ray: What does that got to do with anything? I love your eyes.
Debra: No, I mean it, Ray. It's really not gonna happen tonight.
Ray: All right. What do you want me to say? Give me a break. This is ridiculous. Your eyes were the first thing I noticed when I met you, so why would I want anything different?
Debra: Are you trying to have sex with me?
Ray: I am.
Debra: Good night, Ray.
Ray: All right, you know what? I wish I could say that I don't like your eyes, but sex or no sex, your eyes are beautiful. So sweet dreams.
Debra: Still tryin'?
Ray: Yeah! Come on!