Amy: No, wait. You know, maybe we could save up for our own place quicker if we stay here for a while. And besides, we just spent a fortune on furniture, and we can't even return the couch or the Muscleflex because you just ruined them... sweetie.
Robert: My life! What has happened to my life? [looks to the heavens] Was this your plan? Huh? You sat up there and you put me through everything and then let me end up like this? Well, let me tell you something, mister: You are not funny.
Debra: He does screw with him a lot.

Debra: Now hold on. We are not gonna sit here and listen to you run down these good people. I don't think you've even considered that the problem just may be everyone else.
Katie: Well, l...
Debra: Frank and Marie Barone are fine, religious people. Oh, sure, they might be opinionated, but I find that refreshing. And Marie may have bruised some feelings, but it's important to remember that everything she does comes from love.
Scott: I understand that you're upset.
Debra: Please don't make us take them back!
Scott: I'm sorry.
Debra: Is it money? 'Cause we could pay more money.

Ray: Yeah, my mom said I need to sign some insurance form for her. And also ask about a rollaway bed for me.
Scott: Yes, Mr. Barone, I'm glad you came by. We need your parents to move out.
Ray: What?
Scott: I'm sorry to be so blunt, but there have been a number of issues, and they need to go.
Debra: Wait a minute. You're kicking them out?
Scott: Yes.
Debra: I don't understand. Frank and Marie seem incredibly happy here.
Scott: I assure you, they're the only ones. Your father's been tearing around on his golf cart endangering pedestrians.
Ray: Oh?
Scott: When our security guards warn your father, he turns his cart and aims for them. One time he shouted, uh "Hit the monkey, win a cookie!" If this were the only issue, we might be able to work through it. But your father's overall demeanor is sort of like a maniac. One night we caught him inside the walk-in fridge eating an entire bologna.