Robert Quote #38
Robert: [enters] I smell bread. [awkward silence] Is this about me? It's about the will, isn't it?
Frank: Debra doesn't like the Valiant.
Robert: Well, you can't blame Debra. If I was married to someone who wanted to hold on to their old make-out mobile I'd feel the same way.
Debra: Make-out mobile?
Frank: That's right. He used to drive around with that girl, Lisa-somebody.
Robert: Lisa Constantine. That's when he first started calling the car Lucky.
Marie: I thought she was such a nice girl.
Robert: Oh, she was very nice to Raymond.
Debra: So, Robert, you're saying that Ray wants to hang on to this car because that's where he first got "lucky"?
Robert: Yeah. You didn't know?
Debra: No.
Robert: Perhaps I've said too much.
Everybody Loves Raymond Quotes
‘The Car’ Quotes
Quote from Frank
Debra: Hi.
Frank: Good. A witness.
Debra: A witness to what?
Frank: The inevitable triumph of technology over Marie. See, we're putting your money to good use. Look what I bought. A bread machine.
Marie: I can still make it faster and better myself.
Frank: [chuckles] We'll see. Hey, I'm kneading already. Look who's still mixing.
Marie: If I win, I'm getting rid of this stupid bread maker.
Frank: Same if I win.
Quote from Ray
Ray: Oh, thank God, you're home. Sing the A-B-C.
Debra: What?
Ray: Sing the alphabet song. A-B-C...
Debra: [sings] A-B-C-D-E-F-G...
Ray: Okay, now sing Twinkle, Twinkle.
Debra: Ray.
Ray: Will you just sing Twinkle, Twinkle?
Debra: [sings] Twinkle, twinkle, little star- Oh, my God.
Ray: Uh-huh.
Debra: It's the same song!
Ray: Thank you. We're going nuts here.
Quote from Debra
Debra: Well, thank you very much, Ray, for that wonderful car. It broke down.
Ray: What did you do to it?
Debra: I tried to drive it, Ray. I'm coming out of the supermarket. It's pouring down rain. So I run us all to the car. I get the kids all strapped in. And the stupid thing wouldn't start.
Ray: Oh, you probably flooded it.
Debra: Oh, now it's my fault.
Ray: When you turned the key in the ignition, what did it sound like?
Debra: The rustling of divorce papers.