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.

Ray: If you gobble, then she'll get bored, and she'll just leave you alone.
Debra: Thanks.
Ray: "Oh, Debra, I envy you, the way you can just roll out of bed and put on anything and not even care." "Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble."
Debra: You know what? You might be right.
Ray: What?
Debra: Everything I told Ally about pretending it doesn't bother her, why haven't I tried that with your mother?
Ray: Because that's how you deal with children. Yeah, okay but normal children. This one's big and a little off her nut.
Debra: No, no. Every time Marie says something mean or insulting, I get mad. Maybe that's why she keeps doing it. I should just change the way I react to her. God, that's in every book.
Ray: [scoffs] Books. There's nothing wrong with how you react.
Debra: Ray, I wanted to hit her with a frying pan.
Ray: Get in line.