Amy: Deb, don't pay any attention to those women. They're just jealous. They wish they had the courage to wear what the kids today are wearing. You know, at our age.
Debra: Thanks, Amy. Okay, well, you know what? I'm gonna call it a night.
Ray: Oh, wow. I didn't want her to feel horrible. Nice going, Amy.
Amy: I did not mean that the way it sounded. I meant it as a compliment. She's adorable. Everybody thinks that. Isn't she adorable, Robert? [Robert walks out]

Robert: Hey. Do you have any rubbing alcohol? I got the remote from Dad.
Ray: Don't, don't. Aw. Come on. Now we gotta throw away the table.

Robert: Amy's gonna come over later to apologize. She felt terrible for what she said.
Ray: I shouldn't even have mentioned it in the first place.
Robert: You were probably right to do it. You don't want Deb to think that these people are her friends. She should know the truth.
Ray: Yeah... Well, the truth...
Robert: What?
Ray: All right, listen. You know you know, uh, Liz whatever her name is and those other women what they said? I made it up.
Robert: You made it up?
Ray: Yeah, and I feel kind of bad.
Robert: "Kind of bad"? You should be in jail.
Robert: Why- Why would you even do that?
Ray: I don't know. I lie, I guess. Debra was just getting on me about being a slob, and she was dressed all, "Look at this, look at that, look at this". You know that little part in your brain that doesn't think things all the way through?
Robert: That's not the little part of your brain.

Debra: But maybe she's right. I mean, when you think about it, she's only saying what everybody else has been thinking. I'm just a middle-aged woman who's fooling herself.
Ray: Look, Deb, I gotta tell you something-
Debra: You know, what really bugs me is that word "trampy." I mean, I know that dress is a little low-cut, but "trampy"? It's like they're going out of their way to insult me. What is with these women? Don't they have bigger issues? And how about saying it to my face instead of going behind my back? You know, that is so damn underhanded. What kind of a person does that?
Ray: I hate them.

Debra: Liz would you like to start off with the fundraiser for the library?
Liz: I- I was just gonna say that the book donations from the Junior College might be delayed.
Debra: Hmm. You seem a little distracted, Liz. Is everything okay?
Liz: I- I don't know what you're talking about, Debra.
Debra: Oh, Ray told me everything.
Ray: All right, enough of the chitchat. So where are we on these book things? This is the first I'm hearing of any delay, and this is total bull, and it is an outrage. And I'm not a big fan of books, but the kids should have them, damn it.

Marie: [enters] Frank, you're the one who broke the TV.
Debra: We're having a P.T.A. meeting. Can I help you with something?
Frank: Yes. We'd like to join the P.T.A.

Marie: Debra, why on earth are you dressed that way?
Debra: Trust me, Marie, I know what I'm doing.
Marie: Do you? Do you know you're in front of people?

Ray: All right. What are you guys doing here?
Robert: Well, I lost the remote, so Dad threw his shoe at the TV and broke it.
Frank: It's okay. I like this show.

Debra: You know, you don't have to be embarrassed, Ray. After what they said, I don't care.
Robert: What did "they" say?
Ray: You know. Robert, "they" said that Debra dresses a little trampy.
Marie: I think "they" were being kind.
Debra: Marie, I only wore this to make a point.
Frank: Got it.

Marie: Debra, I'm not going to lecture you on decorum because I believe you won't listen to me, but I really-
Debra: Marie, you're not gonna make me feel bad. I like the way I dress. And, by the way, so does your son.
Robert: That's right.
Debra: I meant Raymond.