Ray: I had Lickety-Split, but she forced me to trade it for Peetie's muffler place. And then she gets Marco's, the best spot!
Debra: How did she force you?
Ray: How? She ripped it out of my hand... I'm lucky I have a hand still. Let me tell you something, this lady doesn't know who she's dealing with, okay? I'm gonna take this cookie sign-up sheet to work. I'll hang it up at Madison Square Garden. Yeah. [chuckles] Little Miss Peggy won't know what hit her. I'll be bringing home that sweet, sweet beach chair.
Debra: Ray, Ally should sell her own cookies. That's how we've always done it in the past.
Ray: Yeah, and that's why every time we go to the beach we gotta sit in the freakin' sand, okay? No, uh-uh. No more. No more, baby. Let Peggy clean the sand outta her behind!

Ray: Listen, lady. When you came out to my street and sold to my family, you crossed a line!
Peggy: Your family happens to live in my neighborhood, so yeah, I sold to them. And you know what? I enjoyed it.
Ray: You are despicable!
Peggy: They were good customers. Peanut Clouds, Cinnamon Swirls-
Ray: All right!
Peggy: Ding-a-longs, Chocolate Waves-
Ray: Stop it.
Peggy: They were loving it. You should have seen the looks on their faces. Especially the giant and the bald one.
Ray: Yeah, well, you didn't even scratch the surface, okay? You have no idea what those two are capable of putting away.

Ray: Ally's hair is fine! Even if she looked like an iguana, you should have bought cookie from her instead of a stranger. A stranger who happens to be my arch-enemy.
Robert: Oh, you have an arch-enemy. What are you, a superhero now?
Frank: "Captain Big Nose."
Robert: "I'm gonna blow you away!"