Marie Quote #357
Marie: He's such a brave little soldier.
Debra: Soldier? No, he's a hypochondriac. Every time he nicks himself shaving, he wants to call a priest.
Marie: He's a sensitive boy.
Debra: Marie, he's not sick.
Marie: What are you saying, that Raymond is lying to me when he tells me he feels droopy?
Debra: You really think he's sick?
Marie: My son told me that he doesn't feel right, and I love him, and I'm going to take care of him.
Debra: And I don't love him?
Marie: I'm not saying anything.
Debra: All right, Marie. Thank you.
Marie: You know, I understand that you're a young woman of today, what with the women's lib and all that. And you probably think of me as a very old-fashioned, out-of-touch "housewife." And maybe I am, but if someone in my family needs me and wants me to take care of him, I'm there for him. And I'm happy to do it. And now I'm gonna boil my Raymond a chicken.
Quote from Debra
Marie: Debra, Raymond is sick.
Debra: Oh, that's right. Raymond's sick. Raymond is very sick, and do you know why? Because you made him sick. You're both sick.
Marie: I am giving Raymond what he needs.
Debra: You're giving Raymond what you need, a sick little boy to take care of. Well, I don't need another little boy! And every time you come over here, Raymond takes another step backwards, and I gotta wean him all over again! Well, I'm busy! And I don't appreciate the implication that I am not a good wife and mother and not nurturing. I'm a damn fine nurturer. Now get out of bed. And Marie, you take your soup and your flowers and your probably home-baked bread and get out of our bedroom! [answers phone] What? Uh-huh, uh-huh. Okay. [hangs up] That was Dr. Sundrum's office. Get back into bed. You got strep throat.
Quote from Marie
Marie: Raymond, I saw your car. Why aren't you at work?
Ray: I had a doctor appointment.
Marie: You went to the doctor and didn't tell me? Why wasn't I told?
Debra: It's nothing, Marie. The doctor said he's fine.
Ray: He's running tests.
Marie: Tests? What's wrong? Tell me. I have a right to know.
Ray: Some guy sneezed on me.
Marie: What? What guy? Who? Who did this to you?
Ray: Some guy. Some guy at the airport.
Marie: Someone sneezed on you at the airport? You can have anything from anywhere.
Debra: Or you could have nothing.
Marie: Oh, look at this face. Look at the bloodshot eyes, and the yellow skin and the droopy cheeks.
Debra: That's his regular face.
Ray: No no, I have been feeling kind of droopy.
Quote from Debra
Debra: You know what? I'm around germs all the time. The kids bring all kinds of stuff home. I hardly ever get sick.
Ray: Maybe you're a cyborg.
Debra: Maybe, or maybe it's 'cause I'm always in here washing stuff all the time. My hands are always clean.
Ray: Let me wash my hands.
Debra: Yeah, well, you know, honey, you gotta use soap.
Ray: Soap, soap, soap.
Debra: Use the soap there. And scrub really hard, you know, like you're doing a pot.
Debra: Hey, do that pot.
Ray: I don't wash my hands enough. That's the problem.
Debra: Well, that might be the problem. Yeah, that's it. Just get the soap all over that. Hey, as long as long as you are home, why don't you take the kids to their play date?
Ray: Yeah, yeah, let me just finish this.
Debra: Okay, take your time.