Ray: Look, I'm telling you, I just don't like that kid. I don't make you spend time with people you don't like.
Debra: Oh no?
Ray: What? Oh, my parents?
Debra: Yes, your parents. They take up all the time we would normally spend with friends. In fact, they're friend-repellent.

Debra: Aw, that's too bad. The kids really liked him. What are we gonna tell them?
Ray: We'll just explain to them that a wicked witch baked him in a pie.

Frank: Who can't we stand? Your mother?
Robert: No, we're talking about that Spencer. Kid's weird. [touches food to his chin and eats]
Ray: I know. Isn't he annoying? He's annoying.
Frank: Sure. He's a kid. All kids are annoying. You two were horrible.
Ray: No, we weren't.
Frank: Oh yes, very much so. You'd go around talking funny, playing your stupid crap. It bugged the hell out of me.
Ray: Look, this kid's in a class by himself, okay? I was nothing like him.
Frank: Well, he's definitely smarter than you were. Even now it's pretty close.