Robert: Hello. You guys have any Maalox or something?
Debra: What's the matter? Did you eat something bad?
Robert: I'm a cop and I live with my parents. I'm on a steady diet of human suffering.

Debra: What are you doing with a dog, Ray?
Ray: He followed me home. You wanna play with him? Go ahead.
Debra: Play with him? Ray, I can't even find one of my own children. Geoffrey.
Ray: That's because they're walking now. I told you all that crawling would lead to no good.

Ray: So what do you think? What should we name him?
Debra: Are you kidding me Ray? We can't keep him. Besides he belongs to somebody.
Ray: No. There's no tag no collar. He could've been born in the wild.
Debra: Yeah, those herds of wild bulldogs.
Ray: I thought you liked dogs.
Debra: Ray come on. I love dogs but in case you haven't noticed, the last thing that we need around here
is something else that eats and poops.
Ray: All right, I'll stop doing one of those.