Andy Quote #12
Quote from Andy in The Checkbook
Andy: You have to keep track. Give me that! What did you do here? Why did you pay so much on your Visa card?
Ray: Because I'm not going to pay interest charges. You pay in full, no interest charges.
Andy: That is smart. No money left, either. Look at this. Debra had everything in order.
Ray: Yeah, yeah, Debra, Debra, Debra. All right. I'm sick of this money stuff.
Andy: Just tell me what I have to do. All right. First, you got to take last month's ending balance. Then you add the interest accrued on the account. Then you add all the checks that we know have cleared and then you subtract that number from... Ray, what did I just say to you?
Ray: "Accrued."
Andy: All right, Ray, you had your little fun with mommy's checkbook. Now it's time to give it back to her.
Ray: No. I'm not giving it back to her. Then she's gonna know I couldn't do this.
Andy: Well, she may get an inkling when they cut off your power and tow away your house.
Ray: I don't get it. Look at this. How can it be this bad? It's only been six weeks.
Andy: That's what so shocking.
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.