Marie: You know, Robby, I've never been in a hot tub. I should bring my suit next time.
Frank: I think the building might bring a suit. Indecent exposure.
Marie: All right.
Frank: Inciting a riot.
Marie: Frank.
Frank: Water pollution.
Marie: Why don't you go down in the hot tub? I'm sure the girls would love to watch a pot roast boil.

Marie: Raymond, have you called Robby?
Ray: Talk to her. She's the wife. She's the one who's supposed to call people.
Debra: You're his brother, you've never even seen his place. And he and Amy broke up. You know, you should go over there.
Ray: Well, I've been busy with, with Ally's shoes and golf balls in the toilet.
Marie: You have to go over and see his new place, Raymond, and report back.
Ray: What, do you want me to wear a wire?
Marie: That's up to you.
Ray: Ma, why don't you just go there?
Marie: We're waiting for an invitation. It would be rude for us to just barge in.

Debra: I think it's great. It's just great. You're really being a brother to him.
Ray: Well, he's a great guy, you know. And I just want what's breast for him.
Debra: What?
Ray: What?
Debra: You just said breast. "I just want what's breast for him."
Ray: I did not. Why would I say that? I have not reason to say that. You must have heard me wrong.
Debra: No, that's okay, Ray. It's just funny you said breast.
Ray: I did not, and it's not funny. I don't think it's funny at all how you jump down my throat over a silly mix-up.

Frank: I got to go home. I got to do some work on my lounge.
Robert: What lounge?
Marie: Your father's turning your bedroom into a bathroom. Goodbye, dear.
Robert: A bathroom?
Frank: Yeah, and now I'm thinking of putting in one of those hot tubs as part of phase two.
Robert: What was phase one?
Frank: Getting you out.
Marie: [o.s.] I'm not holding the elevator, Frank.
Frank: On to phase three.

Frank: You got any grout? I need grout.
Marie: Don't give it to him. He wants to destroy Robby's room.
Ray: Why?
Frank: I'm building myself a lounge. A big lounge. I'm gonna call it Frank's Lounge.
Marie: Lounge. He wants to make a giant bathroom for himself.

Marie: We're leaving Robby's room just the way it is for when he comes back.
Frank: He's not coming back. He's happy where he is.
Marie: Bite your tongue. With any luck, right now he's miserable.
Frank: Then I'll turn Ray's room into the lounge. He's not coming back.
Marie: You never know.
Debra: Say the word, Marie.

Debra: What is wrong with you?
Ray: I'm very, very tired.
Debra: Well, listen, honey, give yourself a break. Robert can manage.
Ray: Oh sure, I say one thing wrong and all of a sudden I can't go over there anymore, right?
Debra: You just said that you are tired from going over there.
Ray: I am. It's like when you were nursing and you got tired, but you still continued to nurse because the children need you. And this had nothing to do with breasts.

Ray: Five more golf balls. I found five more golf balls.
Debra: I told you, put a child lock on the toilet.
Ray: Yeah, lock on the toilet. What, you got to be Houdini to take a pee in this house?

Frank: Kids putting stuff in the toilet again? They're not getting into Frank's Lounge. No kids, no wives.
Marie: I can't go in there at all?
Frank: All right. Tuesday's ladies' night. Bring your scrub brush.

Michelle: Hi, I'm Michelle.
Ray: Oh. Like the Beatles. That was kind of their French song. "Michelle." You probably get that a lot.
Michelle: Yeah, but I like it. [Ray chuckles] What floor you going to?
Ray: ... I don't know.