Debra: I mean, those guys compliment me on my ideas and tell me how great I'm doin'. They're completely grateful to have me around. And you know what? I bet those gentlemen could teach you a thing or two.
Ray: Like what, how to wear my pants up high?
Debra: All right, that's enough jokes, Ray.
Ray: Yeah. Grow hair out of my ears.
Debra: Enough, Ray.
Ray: Drive with my blinker on.
Debra: Ray!
Ray: Okay. Sorry. Yell at a squirrel. [Debra turns the bedside lamp off] Reuse a tea bag.

Frank: Marie, come back here.
Marie: Your father is impossible.
Frank: You know I don't like my orange juice with pulp.
Marie: It says right here, "no pulp."
Frank: You and that are liars.

Marie: The Caribou Lodge is closed today, so he's hanging around the house and he's making me miserable.
Frank: You ain't doin' that much for me either.
Robert: What do you mean the lodge is closed?
Frank: We're having some financial trouble due to a recent thinning of the herd.
Amy: "Thinning of the herd"?
Marie: The old men are dying.