Debra: Come on, Robert, she does not.
Ray: Oh, what is it about you that you don't believe me when I tell you? She sat right there at your dinner table and ate a fly!
Marie: I could believe that.
Ray: No, Mom, it wasn't in the food.
Marie: Oh. I don't believe that.

Debra: Listen, Robert, just relax. If Angela really is the one, she's gonna have to meet your parents at some point. You might as well get it over with. Right, Ray?
Ray: [turns around] She's not the one.
Robert: What?
Ray: Come here. Listen. Listen. I saw something that I have to tell you, because you have to know, because I saw it.
Robert: What are you talking about?
Debra: What did you see, Ray?
Ray: Angela ate the fly.
Debra: What?!
Robert: What do you mean?
Ray: The fly that was flying around, Angela killed it, it fell on the table, she put it in a napkin, and then she ate it!

Angela: Robert?
Robert: Oh! Hello!
Angela: What are you doing?
Robert: I'm seeing if it's still raining.
Angela: You're going out the window.
Robert: What? Oh, no, no, no, no. Yes. Yes, I-I-I am. But just- just for a second because my car has my poncho in it. So... I'm gonna run and get my trusty poncho, and then I'm gonna go get some ice cream for us. Ya like ice cream? I do. I like it with chocolate chips or nuts and sprinkles... And actually, somebody told me that you might prefer a different topping.
Angela: You know, Robert, we all come from frogs.
Robert: Ah. Interesting. Good night.