Marie: This game must be Debra's doing.
Ray: Well, it's not.
Marie: I should have guessed when I opened the fridge with two bottles of white wine? Are you swingers?
Ray: All right, Ma. You just asked if I was a wife-swapper.
Frank: Now, there's an idea. I don't even have to swap. I'll just make a donation.

Marie: Here, one of you try this.
Robert: [eats] Oh, God! This is awful!
Marie: I thought so. It's Debra's. It's gone bad. Although, with Debra, it probably didn't have far to go.

Marie: Oh, hello, Raymond.
Ray: Ma, what are you doing?
Marie: I'm cleaning your fridge. I thought it was just one item, but once I opened it... Well, dear, it's not good news.