Frank: Hey, you two porcupines. I need you to bring that sofa bed up from the basement.
Ray: Old Lucky? I mean, Old Musty?
Frank: Listen, I haven't told your mother yet but I'm fixing a little area for her down there.
Ray: A little area?
Frank: I'm gonna bring down her sewing machine, maybe a folding chair, maybe a hot plate. She'll love it. She can stay down there all day.
Robert: Sounds like a sweatshop, Dad.
Frank: No, I'll give her a little fan.

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.