Robert Quote #775
Robert: Remember when you wrote that article about how Muhammad Ali was your first sports hero?
Ray: Yeah.
Robert: Might want to read that.
Ray: "Dear Ray, your brother sent me your excellent article. I enjoyed it very much, even though nothing rhymed. Keep dancing, Muhammad Ali."
Robert: All right, come on. We're late for golf.
Ray: Wait. Wait, wait. What- What is this? Muhammad Ali? How did you get this?
Robert: Okay. Listen my partner and I, we went on this call, right? And there was this nutjob lady who was bothering Ali. She thinks she's Joe Frazier and Ali is trying to, you know, duck her. Anyway, she's now the heavyweight champ of Bellevue. So I end up talking to Ali's manager, and I sent him your article, and he sent this back.
Ray: My God, Robert.
Robert: You're welcome.
Ray: I'm gonna frame this. I'm gonna redesign the house around this.
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Robert: It was you? Oh my God, I'm sorry, Ma. I've been giving you the silent treatment all week.
Marie: You have?
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Frank: Where the hell are all my clothes?
Marie: Debra took them.
Frank: Why would you take my clothes?
Marie: I'm really very upset with you, Debra.
Debra: I'm sorry, Frank.
Frank: Where the hell are they? [Debra looks to Marie]
Marie: Well, Debra said she was gonna have them cleaned. Why don't you tell him how you were over at our house and the boy came to the door?
Debra: A boy came to the door. [Debra looks back at Marie]
Marie: And he said he was with a new dry-cleaners and that he was trying to make some money for college and Debra decided to help him out.
Frank: He was going door to door? That doesn't make any sense.
Marie: It sounds a little fishy to me, Debra.
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Marie: I know. I'm sorry. I mean, there was so much stuff in the drawer and I was just trying to clean up. And I know I shouldn't be doing that. Right, Debra?
Debra: Yes. Yes. How many times have I told you we can clean our house ourselves?
Marie: I know, I don't listen.
Debra: I guess you don't.
Ray: Do you have any idea what you've done?
Marie: Oh, I apologize, Raymond. It breaks my heart to hurt you. And if there's anything... [sobs] If there's anything I can... [cries]
Ray: Oh, no. No, you don't. No. You don't cry. I cry. You come uninvited into my house and you go into a private drawer and you throw out the best thing that's happened to me in years. Oh. It's at the dump, Ma. It's at the dump! [exits]
Marie: [stops crying] There we go.