TV Quotes

Debra: I'll get that.
Ally: I can do it.
Debra: No, honey, you've helped Mommy out enough.
Marie: Yes, you have, dear, and thank God for you. You have learned responsibility and cooking against all odds.

Debra: It would have to happen right in front of her.
Ray: Yeah. But if you think about it, everything we do happens right in front of her.
Debra: Are we terrible parents?
Ray: Probably. But you know what? I mean, how bad could we be? Look. Look at her. She did great. She took care of everything. We must be doing something right. We raised a kid who's raising the rest of the kids.

Frank: You wanna crunch numbers? Let's crunch. I understand you do not receive compensation.
Ally: What?
Frank: They're not paying you.
Ray: Okay. All right. Dad, we get it.
Frank: No. I'm glad you pointed out what a bad father I was. I would hate to see you make the same mistake.
How does $10 an hour grab you?
Debra: Frank.
Frank: Excuse me. I'm talking to my client. You like nice things, don't you? Party shoes, taffy, dolls that pee.
Debra: Okay. Frank, we give Ally all that she needs.
Frank: That is management talking.

Marie: I think this whole topic is inappropriate. Ally should not be paid because the child shouldn't be working. She should be out chasing butterflies and hopping scotch.
Frank: Okay. Here are her demands: $10 per hour, bedtime of her choosing, an assortment of sugary breakfast cereals.
Robert: Ooh, Lucky Charms just added a new marshmallow shape. Rainbows.
Frank: Uh, she also wants a bucket of chicken, and her grandmother should take a long vacation. That's my commission.

Frank: Give me three pancakes.
Ally: I only had a couple left, Grandpa, and they came out kind of ugly.
Frank: The stomach knows not ugly.

Frank: You know what makes this sandwich so great? It doesn't come with a side of Marie.
Marie: [enters] Frank.
Ray: Somebody screwed up your order.

Michael: Look, Daddy, pancakes.
Geoffrey: Shaped like bunnies.
Debra: You made pancakes?!
Marie: Oh, my God! They could've burned the house down.
Ray: Who told you you could make pancakes?!
Frank: [enters] I smell pancakes.
Marie: Do you know how dangerous it is to be playing with the stove?
Frank: Where are the pancakes?
Ally: You want a pancake, Grandpa?
Frank: What the hell have I been saying here?

Debra: Aw, Ally, honey, if it wasn't for you...
Marie: Your mother could be facing criminal charges.
Ray: Not if everybody keeps their mouth shut.
Debra: Listen, Marie. Everything is fine. It's not what you think.
Marie: You think I wanna think these things? I don't. But then I look around, and, uh, huh...
Debra: And every time I look around, you know what I see?

Ally: Would you like another pancake, Daddy?
Ray: Yeah, I'm starving.
Ally: I made you a football.
Ray: You're like an artist. A pancake artist. That's the kind of art that Daddy appreciates.

Ally: I like doing this stuff. Is there anything else I could do?
Debra: You mean you wanna do more stuff around the house?
Ally: Sure. It was fun.
Ray: Of course it's fun. It's fun to help Mommy.
Debra: Listen, I mean, I would be thrilled to get some more help around here. There's cleaning and laundry and...
Ray: Cooking.