Marie: Raymond! Oh, Raymond. Oh, my sweet Raymond. [climbs on the bed with Ray & Debra]
Ray: Ma. Whoa, Ma. Oh, Ma. Ma, please!
Debra: I knew one day this would happen.

Robert: Raymond has his adenoids out, the whole world has to stop.
Amy: Oh, Robert, it's okay. He feels better that we're here.
Robert: Oh, he has no feelings. The only reason I'm here is because Ma knows that I'm the same blood type as him.
Marie: Not everything's about you, Robert. And keep your sleeves rolled up.
Robert: Maybe I had other things to do today.
Marie: Enough. This is what a family does. We stick together. We support each other.
Robert: Stop looking at my veins!

Robert: Aww, wook at wittle Waymond, all upset, 'cause they're gonna take his little adenoids out.
Ray: Forget about it. I'm not doing it.
Debra: Yes, you are. What kind of example do you think you're setting for the kids?
Frank: Yeah, and while you're in there, have the doctor look at your unenjoyable testicle.
Ray: It's undescended, Dad.
Frank: Yes, and do you enjoy it that way?