Robert: You know, when I had trouble sleeping, Mom used to do something for me. Remember that, Ma? One of my best memories growing up. She'd give me a warm cup of that colored sugar water. Put me right out.
Frank: That was booze.
Robert: Booze?
Marie: Frank!
Frank: A stiff shot of sambuca in there, and it was, "Lights out, Bobby!"
Robert: You gave me liquor?
Marie: Not liquor, dear. Liqueur.
Robert: I don't believe it. All those special times, they were just-
Frank: Happy hours.
Robert: Oh, you are sick!
Marie: Oh, we were good parents. We didn't give you cashews 'cause you could choke on them.
Frank: What's the big deal? It's not like we let him drive that way.

Robert: I don't want to hear it, Ma.
Marie: It was for your own good.
Robert: For my own good? Just like the ice cream truck? Remember that? You told me every time the music played that meant they were out of ice cream. [walks off]
Marie: Sugar's not good for you.
Ray: It is the worst thing for a hangover.

Ray: But the twins can sleep. How come they're not afraid of monsters?
Debra: I don't know. One of them sleeps while the other one's on guard duty.