Debra: And if she offers to do your laundry?
Amy: Just say no?
Debra: Unless you want everyone to know what size underwear you have at dinner parties.

Ray: That's funny. Yeah. Hey, uh, who wants to get something to eat? Right this second.
Marie: [enters] Hello.
Ray: Let's go! Whatever you want. I'm buying, I'm driving, and I'm leaving right now! Vroom, vroom, vroom!
Marie: Raymond, please stay. After all, you brought something important to my attention.
Debra: Where did you just come from?
Ray: I went to the bathroom.
Debra: No, you didn't.
Ray: I'm doing it now.

Amy: Debra, stop it! I can't stand all this. I'm not used to it. I'm not good at it. I come from a family that wouldn't yell if they were on fire. And, you know, you're not gonna like hearing this, Debra, but I think Ray was right before when he said maybe we should just all try being nice.
Debra: She's gone.
Marie: Did you want to say something, Debra?
Debra: No, Marie. Nothing. Just... I'm sorry.
Marie: Aw, now doesn't that feel good to say that? Oh, yes.

Debra: The driver's such a jerk. He sees me running at him, waving this, yelling... he still takes off.
Ray: I think he was scared.

Debra: Okay, that is it! Everybody out of my house! Ray! If they miss that bus, you're driving 'em!
Ray: No! I got the jacket! I got it! Come on, stop it, stop it.
Debra: What are you doing, huh? You know both arms don't go in one hole.
Robert: Buon giorno!
Amy: We're back from our honeymoon.
Ray: Where's Michael's shoe? Where's his shoe?
Debra: What did you do? Take this one?
Michael: It doesn't match.
Debra: I don't care. Don't put it on in here. Put it on at the bus stop. Go.
Robert: Hey, kids.
Debra: Okay, the bus is here. You guys better run.
Ray: Run!
Debra: Michael, don't forget to give your note to Mrs. Abby. No gym today!
Ray: Geoffrey's homework! His homework!
Debra: Hold the bus! Hold the bus!
Ray: I found the other shoe! I found the other shoe!
Robert: I don't think we missed anything.

Marie: Oh, look! A pin!
Robert: That's antique. A hundred years old. Antique.
Marie: Frank, look. What do you think? A hundred years old. [smiles]
Frank: I think it's lovely, just lovely.
Marie: Oh.
Ray: What the hell?

Marie: And I agree with everything you said, Amy. Everything.
Amy: Thank you, Marie.
Marie: And about those thank-you notes, I don't care if you ever get to them. Except maybe one to Lee and Stan about the candle. Could you just do that one? See, Lee can be so annoying about things like this.
Amy: No problem, Marie.
Marie: Oh, you're an angel. There's no one like you.