Marie: Debra. Debra.
Debra: What?
Marie: Do you need my help?
Debra: God, no!
Marie: Sir, we have her drinking completely under control now.
Debra: Ray!
Ray: Open your shirt.
Mr. Rodell: Mrs. Barone-
Debra: This is exactly what she did at the shower! This is what she always does! She just has to run my life. That's why I yelled at her at the shower, that's why I couldn't call her for a ride home, and that's why I am here, sir. Yes, I had a few drinks. I should be drunk every day! But I'm not, because I do not have a drinking problem, sir. What I have is a mother-in-law problem!

Robert: [to a fellow officer] What I'll do is, I'll put in a couple more hours and then I'll punch out. [notices Debra in the cell] Hey, Ray. Hey, Deb. [stops walking] Debra?
Debra: Hi, Robert.
Robert: Oh, my God. She finally killed Mom.

Ray: She took a nap in the car, that's all.
Marie: I don't understand. Why would they arrest her for that?
Frank: Were you naked?
Debra: No, I was not naked. I just took a little nap because I didn't want to drive.
Marie: Why not?
Debra: Because I had a little too much champagne.
Marie: Drunken driving! Oh, my God! Drunken driving! Oh, this is so awful! Now it all makes sense. The messy house, the kids running around filthy, the way she talks to me. What, it's all clear now.