Celia: Let's just say I'm your daughter and I refuse to go to visit Grandma on her birthday.
Ray: Well, in this case, I happen to know Grandma, and I can't say I blame you.

Ray: Look, just let me handle it, all right? Ally, I'm gonna give you to the count of three. If you don't start picking up your toys, no TV for a week.
Frank: Geez.
Robert: Oh, no.
Ray: One... Two. I'm not kidding. One, two... This is it. Two-and-a-half. Two-and-three-quarters. Let me tell you something, Ally. I don't know any more fractions, okay?

Debra: Okay, I know that you feel that making you shovel is unfair.
Ray: Yes. Because I have to shovel the snow, I have to take out the garbage, I have to load the dishwasher, while you're up in bed not sleeping with Daddy.
Debra: Well, we all have chores we don't like to do.