Marie: Debra? May I say something as an impartial observer? Wouldn't your time be better spent talking things out with Raymond, instead of turning your children into gamblers?
Debra: Marie, I try to talk to Raymond all the time, but he doesn't listen. You don't know how bad it can get.
Marie: There's a chocolate-covered old man sitting on my good couch, and I don't know how bad it can get?
Ray: Yeah.
Marie: This is a good husband. Any time you want to trade places, just say the word. I mean, if I were 40 years younger and he wasn't my son...
Ray: Okay, Ma. All right, all right.

Ray: Listen, Dad. Uh... In the past, I may have been under the impression that you were maybe not such a good guy. But I'm starting to think that I may have been led to believe that you were worse than you are. Okay? So I'm thinking that maybe you're not so bad. I- I guess I just wanted you to know that.
Frank: Am I dying?
Robert: No, Dad, you're not dying.
Frank: Then turn the TV back on.
Ray: Dad, listen. Ma used to talk bad about you behind your back when we were kids. Every Saturday she would sit me down and complain about you.
Frank: And?
Ray: Well, that doesn't bother you?
Frank: What would bother me is if I had to listen.

Ray: Hey.
Debra: Hey, listen, I was thinking about-
Ray: I'm sorry.
Debra: No, no, I'm sorry.
Ray: Oh, well okay, but I just want you to know that I'm going to try harder around here. So you know, you can shut down the casino, okay? Look, I even got you that yogurt you said you wanted.
Debra: Oh well, this is sour cream, but I appreciate the effort.