Ray: Wait, what does that mean?
Frank: I don't know. We're used to you.
Ray: Used to me?
Robert: Yes. This means you are annoying. We just developed a tolerance for you.
Ray: Tolerance for me? You tolerate me? Goodbye, everybody.
Frank: Hey, hey! Don't get mad at us.
Marie: Come on, he's right, dear. You're the one who came over here asking us if you're annoying.
Robert: Which, in and of itself, is quite annoying.
Ray: Why, huh? Why is that annoying, Robert?
Robert: Because you already know the answer. See, that's you all over. Debra already told you yesterday you were like Gerard, right? But is that good enough for you? No, you have to check with everybody else. Poll the world. They won't mind. Because no one else is really important, are they, Raymond? What do you think, we're just hanging on hooks over here waiting for you to stop by?

Ray: Wait, Gerard, if there's something wrong, you gotta tell me.
Gerard: No, it's just- I don't know. Doesn't whore have a "W"?
Ray: What are you talking about?
Gerard: You called some guy a whore in here.
Ray: Wait, wait, wait a minute. Wait a minute. I don't- I don't call a guy a whore in my book.
Gerard: Yes, you do. "Lou Gehrig was the Iron Hore" H-O-R-E.
Ray: Yeah, horse. See, I forgot the S. He was the Iron Horse.
Gerard: Oh. That doesn't make sense either.

Gerard: Do you mind if I sit? Sometimes my legs give out unexpectedly.
Ray: Oh, yeah, yeah. Go ahead. You know, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.
Gerard: What do you mean?
Ray: I mean you shouldn't be forced into doing something you don't want to do.
Gerard: I'm not gonna have to do anything weird, am I?
Ray: What? No, no, no, no, no.
Gerard: I mean, we are in a basement. Remember when you had that idea....
Ray: Oh, we were seven.