Debra: Thank you, Marie.This was a terrific Thanksgiving. I just love it. You know, there's that real family feeling, you know? I love Thanksgiving. I wish every day could be like this.
Robert: Yeah, me too. I love turkey. [Amy laughs loudly]
Marie: Well, it doesn't have to end on Thanksgiving. I mean, this Sunday is my turkey tortellini day, and I'm gonna teach Amy how to make it. So we can have another family feast.
Frank: All right, I'm wearing my stretchy pants to that one.
Debra: Sunday would be great.
Amy: Hey, Deb you should cook with me and Marie Sunday morning.
Debra: Gosh, really? Oh, Sunday I really have my hands full. That's bath day, you know? The twins and Ray.

Debra: I would love to cook with you guys on Sunday.
Marie: Really?
Ray: Belly of the beast.
Debra: And you know what? Ray's gonna be at the auto show, so we could do it at my house. We can hang out there all day. It'll be fun.
Marie: Are you all right, dear?
Debra: Yeah, I'm just super excited about Sunday.
Marie: Okay, wonderful. This should be educational for you. [exits]
Debra: Educational. That's a good one.

Ally: Mommy, the boys keep blocking the TV.
Debra: Yeah, honey. Well, remember what we talked about? Pretend it doesn't bother you and see what happens.
Ally: When's Daddy coming home?
Debra: Just try it. Trust me it works.

Debra: You had a nice time today, didn't you, Marie?
Marie: Oh, of course.
Debra: What, Marie? Nothing. It's just that sometimes if you have to spend an entire day with a person, that you need to make an effort.
Debra: It was an effort to be with me today?
Marie: No, I didn't say that. This was a very pleasant day.
Debra: Yes, because I made an effort. I was nice. It was me.
Marie: Okay, dear. [quietly to Frank] I don't know what she's talking...
Debra: No, no, no, no. No, no, no. No, no, no, wait. I- You, Amy, you were there. You saw us. Who was nice?
Amy: I thought you were both nice. You're both very nice people. Wine anyone?

Ray: All right. There it is. The raising of the pan. Thanksgiving is officially over.
Debra: And always with that little smile. She's so good at that.
Ray: Yeah. That was like a drive-by.

Debra: Hey, what do you think I should make for Thanksgiving?
Ray: What? What are you what do you mean? My mom's making Thanksgiving, right? Isn't she? She always makes Thanksgiving, right? What, you wanna- Should we call her? Maybe we should we clear this up?
Debra: Calm down, Ray! Your mommy's making Thanksgiving. She just asked me to bring something.
Ray: Oh. Oh, all right. Yeah. That's a good idea. Yeah. You could bring rolls. Or folding chairs. Things you bring.

Ally: The boys are bothering me.
Debra: What are they doing?
Ally: They're gobbling.
Ray: [chuckles] Gobbling.
Ally: I told them to stop, but they keep doing it.
Twins: Gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble...
Ally: See?!
Twins: [o.s.] Gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble...
Debra: They're probably doing it because it makes you mad. If you pretend it doesn't bother you, they'll stop.
gobble gobble gobble.
Ray: I don't know.
Debra: You know what you should do? You should gobble, too. Then they'll get bored, and they'll leave you alone.
Ray: Nah.
Debra: Why, what do you got, Ray?
Twins: [o.s.] gobble gobble gobble...
Ray: Hey, you two quit gobbling, you hear me? Or you will never see ice cream again for the rest of your life! [twins are silent] There you go.
Ally: Thank you, Daddy.
Ray: Daddy loves you.

Ray: That went pretty good, huh?
Debra: I could kill Amy. Cooking with Marie.
Ray: Yeah. Well, she's drunk. Anyway, you were the one who went on and on about how nice it was to be with everybody.
Debra: Yeah, today was nice, but I can't be in the kitchen with your mother. That's the belly of the beast.
Ray: Yeah.
Marie: Debra.
Ray: Ah! Hey, hi. Wow. Those shoes are quiet, huh?

Marie: You did a wonderful job of kneading, Amy.
Amy: Thanks. I "kneaded" to hear that. [Amy & Marie laugh]
Marie: Adorable. Okay, next we're going to roll the dough. Now it can't be too thick or too thin. It's not easy. It needs a light touch. Shall we let Amy continue?
Debra: Yeah, go ahead, Amy. I mean, she's already on a roll. [Debra laughs, Marie is silent]

Marie: So how was the car thing?
Frank: It was great Ferraris, Lamborghinis...
Robert: Yeah, Dad was told to stop touching some of the finest automobiles in the world.