Marie: Come on, hurry up, boys. Your father wants a staff meeting on the lawn in five minutes.
Ray: Mom, what are you doing? What are you selling all this stuff for?
Marie: 'Cause I need this area for your father. See, I'm going to bring down a chair and a television and I'm going to leave meals at the top of the stairs. He'll be very happy.

Marie: Can I let you in on a little secret? I wanted to have more children, too.
Debra: We don't want to have more children.
Marie: Oh, well, if I overheard correctly, Raymond does. Listen, I wanted to have another baby but Frank wouldn't even hear of it. And I was just crushed. You know, I love my boys, but I always wanted a little girl, too. You know what I used to do? I used to put Robbie in a little pink dress and dance him around the room.
Debra: You got any pictures of that?
Marie: The reason I bring it up is that well, we're not getting any younger, dear. And you want to plant your seedlings before winter comes and everything freezes over.
Debra: Jeez! [walks off]
Marie: You can't talk to her.

Marie: Something else we don't need. Your father's been bringing home useless junk for 40 years.
Frank: You were item number one.
Marie: We should be having a garage sale, Frank.
Frank: No! No garage sale. I'm not lugging everything up from the basement and then standing out there all day dealing with people. People.
Marie: I bet Ed's making a lot of money on that thing.
Robert: He told me he already made $200.
Frank: $200? For Hermanson's crap? We got much better crap than him. We're having a garage sale. No, no, better. Make it a yard sale. That's classier. I bet I can sell this thing for $15. That's pure profit.