Debra: So, how are you, Frank?
Frank: Fat. The dining hall is open 24 hours, plus Marie is cooking up a storm. Some days I eat 10 times.
Debra: Well, I'm glad to see that condo living still agrees with you.
Frank: Yep, I'll tell you all about it after I visit the throne room. The seat in there is cushioned and heated. Ray, before you go home, you gotta give it a test drive.
Ray: Try and stop me.

Scott: No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. We have to think of the entire community. See, our philosophy here is "Let's all be happy till the end."
Katie: Some of our residents have threatened to stop taking their medication.
Debra: I understand, but isn't there something that we... Just something? Ray?
Ray: Can we live here?

Amy: Don't you love our new couch?
Robert: You know what? I really do. I'm starting to love everything now. I was gonna do my workout on the new Muscleflex after dinner but you know what?
Amy: What?
Robert: Drinking makes you happy with your body the way it is.

Marie: Where are my things?
Ray: Okay, all right, Ma, calm down.
Marie: No, you calm down. First your father gets us kicked out of my dream condominium, and now these two have ruined the house.
Robert: Kicked out?
Frank: Me? You're the one who sunk us, Molly Brown.
Marie: And you're the one who ate the whole bologna.

Marie: Stop. Stop. This has been a very upsetting day for me and for your father. And I don't know which is worse, honestly the heartlessness of a society that has such little regard for its aging population, or the rejection of one's own family.
Robert: All right. You know what, Ma? You win. You can take the house. We're gonna move back into Amy's apartment. Call your landlord.
Amy: Um, unfortunately, that's impossible. It was rent-controlled and it's gone already.
Robert: Gone.
Marie: Well, you're welcome to live here until you find a place.
Robert: Oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no. You see, that is never gonna happen, okay? So just get that out of your big, blonde head. No way!

Frank: I hate this chair. But then again, my ass has been spoiled.

Ray: Hey. What's up, neighbor?
Robert: Ma wants to know if you and Debra are coming over to watch the opera on television with them and us tomorrow night.
Ray: Nah, I don't think so.
Robert: That's what I told her.
Debra: This is the saddest thing I've ever seen.
Amy: Hey.
Debra: Hi, Amy. How's it going?
Amy: Marie wanted to make sure you knew before you decided, that Placido Domingo was singing this particular opera.
Debra: Oh, yeah? Thanks. But I don't think so.
Amy: That's what I told her. [Amy & Robert exit]
Ray: God is funny.

Marie: Well, I guess you told me, Raymond. Some have said that ours was the greatest generation. But I guess you know better.
Frank: I had my dream toilet.

Marie: Oh, my goodness! Oh, it's been so long since I've seen you.
Ray: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Third time in two weeks, Ma.
Marie: Only the third time. Come in, sit down. Your father's just on his way back from the dining hall.
Ray: What do you do, hose him off and send him back? Oh, boy.
Marie: Are you all right, Raymond?
Ray: Yeah, it's just traffic the whole way. Usually it takes It took two hours today and but no, I'm good, I'm good. I'm good.

Debra: How are you, Marie?
Marie: I tell you, now that I'm in the Villa's production of "The Unsinkable Molly Brown", as Molly, I'm in constant rehearsal, and I'm in voice and movement classes and yoga.