Marie: All right, Deb, we're gonna... All right, we've had in the past, we've had our share of tiffs but I truly believe it's because you misunderstand me. I am not interested in a relationship of artificial pleasantries and phony smiles. You never ever have to pretend with me. I'm always honest with you, aren't I? And if I see something that you desperately need help with, like cooking, cleaning, the children, your hair, I care so much that I have to say something 'cause I want to help. Oh, honey. You don't have to be worried, dear. I forgive you for today. And I'm always here to help.
Ray: Voila.

Ray: What are you doing? A whole day cooking with my mother.
Debra: Hey, look, unless I make an effort to change my behavior, I can't expect your family to change theirs.
And you could try this too, you know?
Ray: Why? I'm used to them. It's like getting into a hot bath. At first it's so hot that you don't think you can take it, but then, you know, once you get your luggage in, it's not that bad.

Debra: Marie, you were criticizing me, asking me if I knew how to stir, explaining a rolling pin to me.
Marie: No, I was just offering you useful advice like I always do.
Debra: "Advice."
Marie: Of course. It's one of the joys of my life. But today for some reason, you seemed to take it so badly.
Debra: What?!
Ray: [to Robert] Excuse me one second. Hold on. Can you pass the canapes, please?
Debra: Badly? I was laughing. I was making jokes about myself.
Marie: I know, and to be honest, I found that terribly sarcastic.
Debra: What do you mean, sarcastic?
Marie: Well, it means a sort of phony facade.
Debra: I think I know what sarcastic means.