Ray Quote #1751
Quote from Ray in Jazz Records
Debra: Let's remember. This doesn't have to be your problem. Anytime your father brings up those jazz records, don't let yourself get sucked in. That's what he wants. You don't wanna be as bad as him, do you? Don't respond. You're better than him.
Ray: Damn straight.
Debra: Yeah. Let him be mad. Let him hold on to it. It's not your problem. This is his problem. You can move on.
Ray: You know what I'm gonna do?
Debra: What?
Ray: I'm gonna sneak in and set up the CD player.
Debra: Ray, you weren't even listening.
Ray: Yes. When they go out tonight, I'm goin' in! That old man, he's gonna hear how great CDs are, that they're better than records, and that will shut him up once and for all. Yes! [kisses Debra] Thanks for your help.
Everybody Loves Raymond Quotes
‘Jazz Records’ Quotes
Quote from Marie
Ray: Look, see. Listen. When you get the plastic off, all you do is insert the disc, you close the tray, put the selector on CD, and press "play."
Marie: We're not astronauts, Raymond.
Ray: Fine. I'll write it down for you, Ma.
Quote from Robert
Robert: Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I wanna say something. That Christmas day in 1969... Um...
Debra: What is it, Robert?
Robert: [mumbles] I'm gonna tell you what it is right now. All right. That Christmas I wanted the Hot Wheels race-track set so bad. I would see those commercials, and I would think, "This is my year, man." I could see myself setting up that beautiful bright orange track with the maroon connectors. And you know what was under the tree waitin' for me? Custom-order corrective shoes.
Marie: Well, Dr. Fishman said that they were the best for oversized feet.
Robert: I looked over, I saw Raymond elbow deep in a box of Hot Wheels. My Hot Wheels.
Ray: [gasps] You moved his records.
Robert: Excuse me. May I finish my story, please?
Amy: Go ahead, Robert.
Robert: Ah, Thank you very much, sweetie. [to Ray] I hated you. You got my Hot Wheels for Christmas. Everything I ever dreamed abou, the track, the cars, the loop-de-loop.
Ray: You moved his records.
Robert: Later that day, after Raymond was tired of playing with his new Hot Wheels for a total of four minutes, I pulled off my clunky corrective shoes and slipped downstairs. Now it was my turn. Raymond, of course, had the track set up all wrong. An oval. Oh, what a visionary you are. I wanted to set it up like the kid on the box... that happy, brotherless boy. And, in doing so your records may have been moved.
Frank: They may have?
Robert: I moved your records.
Quote from Debra
Ray: I'll tell you what. My mother and my father, we're through with 'em!
Debra: You read my letter to Santa.