Ray Quote #413
Quote from Ray in The Checkbook
Debra: Okay. Once every two weeks, I go into the hamper, I find your pants and I dig out your paycheck.
Ray: You're welcome.
Debra: I deduct our fixed costs and figure out how much we have to service our debt. Whatever's left over is our discretionary fund. From that, I put away as much as possible for the kids' college growth and income plan. You understand?
Ray: You know, one of your eyes is bigger than the other one.
Debra: You can't even listen to me. You can't even hear about the budget?
Ray: You're making it so complicated.
Debra: What do you mean, I'm making it complicated?
Ray: Yeah, you are. Why don't you just pay the bills? I didn't mean what I said. I didn't mean that. What I meant was, it seems like it should be easier. For you.
Debra: It's going to be a lot easier.
Ray: Okay. I'm sorry.
Debra: No, you're right. I'm making it way too complicated. Just pay the bills.
Ray: All right. I guess I'll have to show you how easy it can be, then. [to Ally] You saw daddy talking. You couldn't stop me?
Everybody Loves Raymond Quotes
‘The Checkbook’ Quotes
Quote from Debra
Ray: How long are you going to be?
Debra: Depends.
Ray: On what?
Debra: How long it takes to fix what you've done here.
Ray: So, like, a few minutes, right? Listen. I'm really sorry.
Debra: Yeah, I know you are.
Ray: Can I get anything? Do you need any help? Anything I can do at all? Look, shouldn't you just yell at me here or something?
Debra: Ray, when you're on the Titanic, you load the lifeboats. You don't stop to yell at the iceberg.
Quote from Frank
Marie: I told him she was too pretty for him.
Frank: Thank God I didn't make that mistake.
Quote from Frank
Frank: How come Robert's got $3,000 to throw around? He should be giving us rent money.
Marie: He's our son, Frank. You don't charge your son.
Frank: He's a giant, Marie. Do you know what it costs just to heat him?
Ray: All right. Thanks for coming.
Frank: Food, too. He's got $3,000, and I'm paying for the Pudding Pops.
Marie: You eat them, too, Frank.
Frank: No more Pudding Pops. And no solid white tuna, either. The chunk light is perfectly fine. I'm not running a country club anymore!
Marie: I like the solid white.
Frank: Too bad!
Marie: It's my one luxury.