Robert: So Debra can now cook. The missing color in the Raymond rainbow.

Frank: One, two, three, four, five. I'm in the conservatory, and I'd like to call on Mrs. Peacock with the lead pipe.
Marie: I was just one away from the library, Frank. You're just picking on me.
Frank: Tough crap, Peacock. Get your tail-feathers in the conservatory.
Ray: [enters] Hey.
Marie: Oh hi, dear. We're playing Clue. It's keeping Robert's mind sharp for when he's a policeman again.
Robert: Yeah. You know, Ray, there's been a wave of candlestick murders in the Bronx.

Marie: Frank never told you that braciole was the very first thing I ever cooked for him?
Ray: Oh, boy.
Debra: No, I didn't know that.
Marie: You didn't know that? Do you know what he said to me when he tasted my braciole in 1955? He said, "Be my bride."
Frank: Marie, come on.
Marie: "Be my bride," Frank. "Be my bride." But it's very clear now that you'll go to any girl with a pot.
Frank: You hardly make it for me anymore!
Marie: 'Cause I didn't want you to get sick of it.
Frank: I'm 64 years old. What are you saving it for?