Marie: What is a DVD player?
Ray: Come on, not now, Ma, please.
Marie: Is it for pornography?
Debra: Yes, Marie, I got Ray a porn machine.
Marie: I don't like that, Debra.

Frank: So what are you so upset about? Sounds like Mr. Muscle here is saving you some prep work.
Marie: I don't like that, Frank. And I have to say, Raymond, I think that Debra is playing a very dangerous game.
Frank: Oh, what are you talking about? Who cares where she gets her appetite as long as she has her meal at home?
Ray: Stop, stop!
Marie: Raymond. Raymond, you have to get Debra out of this class right now.
Frank: Why? This guy is helping out! Maybe Ray doesn't have what it takes to get Debra's motor running.
Marie: Raymond's got plenty!
Ray: Thank you! Mom! Huh! [exits]

Debra: Regret, please?
Ray: Okay. All right. I regret not loving you more. Yes. Yes, you deserve all the love that can fit in the ocean.
Frank: [laughs] Oh, man!
Marie: I thought that was beautiful, Frank. Why can't you say something like that?
Frank: All right. [clears throat] I would love it if you were in the ocean.

Frank: When are we gonna get there?
Ray: I told you to go before we leave. Stop kicking the back of my seat!
Marie: Ignore him. He just doesn't like weddings.
Frank: I had a bad experience once.

Marie: Funny. Talking about regrets. I've got regrets. [Ray and Debra look away] Probably too many regrets to mention.
Frank: Okay then.
Marie: I- I've I've done things that I just feel terrible about to all of you.
Ray: All right, Ma.
Debra: Wait, let her speak.
Marie: Like to you, Debra. I've always regretted not being more nurturing to you when you first started out as a wife and a mother. Honey, I'm sorry.
Debra: Oh, Marie. That's nice.
Marie: Because now, at this point, what can I do?
Debra: It must feel good to get that off your chest.
Marie: Yeah, it does feel good.