Ally: "The first Thanksgiving. The Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock in the winter of 1620 Iooking for freedom
and a new life, but things were not easy for them."
Hank: "The winter is so very hard. Many of our people are dying from cold and hunger."
Amy: "But we can't find any food."
Pat: "We don't even know how to catch fish. Whatever will we do?"
Frank: She should try strangling a couple of birds.
Hank: Did anyone hear some savages talking?

Marie: I happen to agree with my husband. You can't just put on a smile and pretend that people are wonderful.
Frank: Yeah, nobody really-
Marie: I'm talking now, Frank. I have always felt that if I'm going to be a loving human being, I also had to be courageous enough to be honest with people. Being fake helps no one. [Pat looks at Hank] What- W- What is that look?
Pat: It's just- Well, I was thinking about when you said you made two pies in case people didn't fill up on dinner. I don't think you were happy to be spending Thanksgiving with us, but you covered your true feelings with a veiled insult about my cooking. Isn't that fake?
Marie: You killed a bird!

[flashback:]
Robert: You know, I gotta tell you, this whole marriage thing just spooks me. I see a lot of bad things.
Ray: What, being a cop and all?
Robert: Mom and Dad.

Debra: How about this: Marie, before Ray was born, do you remember doing the airplane thing to Robert?
Marie: Sure.
Debra: So isn't it possible that while you were wiping Ray's chin, Robert was feeling neglected? And that's when he started taking care of himself. So you see, Robert, when Ray came along, you started touching food to your chin as a subconscious way of trying to get your mother's attention again. And now that's your way of dealing with any kind of stress. That makes sense, right? [excited] See, I told you I would get it! [off Robert's look] I'm sorry, Robert.

Debra: Aw, that's too bad. The kids really liked him. What are we gonna tell them?
Ray: We'll just explain to them that a wicked witch baked him in a pie.

Frank: You got no right to go around bumpin' off God's creatures willy-nilly.
Hank: Well, let's remember, Frank, God did say, "Let man have dominion over the fish of the sea, and the fowl of the air, and every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth."
Frank: You creepeth me out.

Marie: Shame on you! This lady dies, and this is all she gets?
Frank: Hey, Marie, you two weren't that close. What are you takin' it so hard for?
Marie: Because she was the one, Frank. She was the one I picked for you.
Frank: What?
Marie: I wanted you to be with Rose Caputo.
Linda: Kinky neighborhood.
Marie: Years ago, I decided to pick someone to replace me if I died before you.
Frank: What do you mean? To marry me?
Marie: Yes. Someone to make you happy after I was gone.
Frank: Oh, that's nice, Marie, but, uh... I think I'd be happy enough.