Frank: The house is now paid off. And here's to the wonderful people at Lynbrook Mortgage. Thanks for the calendars, and you can all kiss my great American ass.
Debra: Grandpa, Grandpa.
Frank: Oh, oh, sorry, kids. Don't say ass. Hey, that was fun.
Debra: Yeah!
Frank: Now let's have a real party. Marie, go get our marriage license.
Marie: You know, now that the place is all ours, I can't wait to redecorate and get rid of some of that old stuff. So long, Frank.

Robert: Ma, Dad, congratulations. The house becomes part of your estate which in the old country would be passed down to the firstborn son.
Ray: In the old country, you'd be working in the circus.

Ray: Hey, hey, it's the monkeys!
Ally: Hi, Daddy.
Debra: Yay, Daddy's home! How was Chicago?
Ray: What are you saying, I'm cheating on you? Is that it? She means nothing! I missed you. I miss all that fun stuff.
Ally: Daddy, what did you bring us?
Ray: What did I bring you? Um... Well, let's see, got something. I brought you something. Okay, for Michael some lovely: apricot shampoo. Ahh. For Geoffrey, conditioner! Mmm. All imported from the enchanted isle of Marriott. You having trouble getting your shoes on, Ally? Not anymore!
Debra: Ray.
Ray: Don't worry, I didn't forget you, my darling. For Mommy, something as sweet as she is some fine candies.
Debra: Aw, the mints from your pillow.
Ray: Yeah. As part of the hotel's turn-down service.
Debra: Well, tonight you're gonna get my turn-down service.
Ray: Well, I guess Mommy doesn't want peanuts from the sky.