Marie: Where's your iron?
Debra: Oh, no, no, Marie. You don't have to iron our clothes.
Marie: Well, you know, you never know when relatives are gonna come barging in.
Debra: Ah, that's true.

Marie: Maybe there's a big occasion and the house is filled with relatives.
Ray: Like what occasion, Ma?
Marie: I don't know. Birth, graduation, Christmas, death.
Ray: All my favorites.
Marie: I'm serious. God forbid if someone should die. If you were to die, Debra, everyone would be here. And imagine them up in that messy closet trying to pick out something for you to wear.
Ray: Ma.
Marie: And then afterwards, they'll want to take clothes. You drawers should be very neat, so they can look through it and see what they like.
Ray: So how will she die?
Marie: Oh. No, the thing is, you want to be remembered as a beautiful, clean person.

Frank: I went to the supermarket. Yeah, I want you to taste this great new thing they have now. It's called salsa.
Ray: I've had salsa, Dad.
Frank: No kidding?
Ray: Yeah, yeah.
Frank: I bet you never put it on a chip.
Ray: Yeah, even on a chip. I know. It's good.
Frank: Good? It's genius. And the woman in the supermarket was giving it away. No charge.
Ray: That's called a sample, Dad.
Frank: I must have had 50 of them. No, this woman, she was great. She had on a big sombrero, she was sitting on a plastic burro. Hey, I'll take you to see her.