Debra: Do you know what time it is? Come to bed.
Ray: Can't sleep.
Debra: Oh, listen. You got to stop feeling guilty about getting your parents back together. You know what? Think of them as, like, a terrible virus. If they had met other people, the misery would've spread. You kept it contained.

Marie: How are you eating? Close your mouth before you chew.
Frank: Close your mouth before you talk.

Ray: So I guess it wasn't just my arm, then, huh?
Robert: Yeah, your arm. You know, I've been meaning to tell you about that. You know how you fell off your bike?
Ray: Yeah.
Robert: Well, you didn't just fall off your bike.
Ray: What do you mean?
Robert: Well, Dad was away so long, I figured he might come home sooner if you had a little accident.
Ray: Are you crazy?! I flipped over the handlebars! I could've been killed!
Robert: I thought of that. Then Dad would have come to the funeral. I'm glad we talked about this. It's been on my mind.