Robert: Amy! Amy! Amy!
Amy: Hey, what is it? Hey, cute boxers.
Robert: We're being played.
Amy: What?
Robert: You know all that nice stuff that Mom's doing for us? It isn't because she cares for us. She wants us to breed. We're Ling-Ling and Hsing-Hsing.

Amy: And worst of all, Robert thought that maybe you appreciated him for himself, and not his...
Ray: All right, take it easy.
Marie: Amy, I don't know where Robert gets this idea that I don't appreciate him. I do. I do! If anything, I have always favored you over Raymond. [Ray & Debra laugh] It's true. And, Robbie, I may have paid a bit more attention to Raymond, but that's only because he was a needy, soft, weak little boy.
Ray: Ma.
Marie: You, on the other hand, you've always been so strong. I never had to worry about you being bullied on the playground, because you were always a boy who... Who...
Frank: Had a five o'clock shadow.
Marie: Yes, maybe I was wrong to try to create conditions that would encourage you to be fruitful and multiply, as it says in the Bible. But that's only because it would be a waste not to pass on these strong legs, these broad shoulders, and this marvelous set of teeth. I'm sorry, Raymond, but your teeth were always a disaster.

Robert: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Amy: What? What is it?
Robert: My mom. I can't get her outta my head.
Amy: We'll see about that. [pushes Robert back on the bed and kisses him]
Robert: No, no. She's still there. I can hear her voice. I can hear her voice: "Go, Robbie, go!"
Amy: Robert.
Robert: I just can't. It's too much pressure for me. I can't breed in captivity!
Marie: [enters] I found a boomy box.
Robert: We're not animals!