Ray: He said it's gonna take more than an apology. He said talk is cheap.
Debra: Oh. Well, what are you gonna do?
Ray: I don't know. I think he'd like it if I spent more time with him.
Debra: Yeah, that would be good.
Ray: He's thinking of, like, six days in Vegas.
Debra: What?
Ray: That's what he said. Yeah. I told him, "No way. I don't wanna go." He got this hurt look on his face, and then he turned his back to me, and I think he was crying 'cause he did one of those... [gasps for air] I don't know. I felt so bad. I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Debra: I think maybe it's a good idea.
Ray: Yeah? You think?
Debra: Yeah. I think you should go. And when you get there, see what the odds are of me being here when you get back.

Ray: It's worth $1,000 not to hear any of your crap again.
Robert: My crap is true!
Ray: What is it, huh? It's like you wanna take my money 'cause you think I don't even deserve it in the first place. [Robert is silent] Oh, my God. You do think that. You do think that! Gimme my check back!
Robert: I didn't say that!
Ray: You didn't not say it.
Robert: Oh, come on, Raymond, be honest. You're telling me that luck hasn't played a small role in your life?
Ray: What? Where? What? How am I luckier than you?
Robert: Look at me! Look how I'm living, look how I eat! Bologna and orange juice, like an animal! Why do you think I have to go to Vegas? Because I'm not lucky, Raymond. I need a break from my life!

Ray: Why don't you see how many doughnuts you can get in your mouth, Dad?
Frank: Oh, they're all going in. But let me tell you something about giving money: First of all, you never just offer it to anybody. They gotta come to you with a really good reason and a whole plan to pay you back. And then, only after they prove they're good for it, you tell 'em, "Beat it, loser."
Debra: So you just humiliate them?
Frank: No. They shame themselves. They learn a lesson. And if they don't, screw them. Who needs friends like that?