Robert: Yes, isn't it time you thought of someone else beside Raymond?
Ray: Yeah, thanks, Robert. You got a little of my stuffing on your chin there.
Frank: Hey, where are you going with that?
Debra: I don't know. Maybe I'll give it to the homeless.
Frank: The homeless! They're chowing down in some mission. Lucky bastards!

Ray: Listen, Ma, you can come back in now. Everything's better now. Debra took away all the bad food. I mean, the restaurant food, all right? So come on, come on. Come back in, come on. Come on back, Ma. Come on. Hey, is this your soy cheesecake? Boy, it looks great. [licks finger, gasps] Oh, I don't want to eat that dessert now, 'cause that's gonna ruin the dinner. All right, Ma, look, look, about the ordering-out thing-
Marie: No, I know, I'm sorry.
Ray: What?
Marie: I know how much you love my Thanksgiving dinner and I should have made it for you.
Ray: No, no, you've got to stick to your thing-
Marie: No, you're my son and I let you down. I'm sorry.
Ray: You know what, Mom? That's okay. It's okay. All right, stop it. Stop! Don't do that. You're letting me off the hook. Don't let me off the hook.
Marie: I don't know what you're talking about.
Ray: Come on, I'm supposed to be supportive.
Marie: No, no, I got too wrapped up in all this diet business. And I forgot what was important: [sobs] cooking for my family.

Frank: Aha! [Marie and Ray don't respond] I said aha!
Marie: What are you doing here?
Frank: I rolled over in bed and suddenly there was no great wall of Marie to stop me. So much for your willpower!
Marie: You gonna talk or you gonna eat?
Frank: I'm in.

Robert: Hey, I was cruising by, I thought that I'd come- Hey! I get it. Put out the tofu and the Brussels sprouts for Robert. Wait till he goes on shift and then party!
Ray: Here, sit down. Shut up.
Robert: Thanks.