Marie: What's going on here?
Frank: Hey, Robert, why don't you run crying to your mommy and tell her about how mean we just were to you?
Ray: Yeah, squeal on us again, mommy-lover! That's right, that's right!
Marie: Shut up, Raymond. [all gasp]
Ray: We don't say "shut up" in this house.
Marie: First of all, it's never squealing if you're telling something to your mother. And I happen to appreciate Robbie letting me know what you two are trying to do to Debra and me. [to Robert] I would be happy to make you something to eat.

Marie: Tell me something, Robert. Who did you talk to first about this, Debra or me?
Robert: I don't remember.
Marie: You went to her first, because you couldn't wait to take her side over mine!
Robert: I'm on no one's side!
Marie: You obviously don't love me the way I love you. Get out!
Robert: Ma, I'm on the family's side!
Marie: Frank, throw him out!
Frank: With pleasure!
Robert: All right, I'm going! But let me just say this when we are all in that Big Bed... I'll be the only one able to sleep through the night. [exits]
Ray: I ain't sleeping in that bed with him, he sleeps naked.

Marie: Frank, if you're gonna have cereal, you can't just leave the milk sitting out! How many times have I told you that?
Frank: A thousand. Might as well just give it up.
Marie: Look at this place. It's a pig sty! You're like some kind of an animal!
Frank: A pig?
Marie: Just watch yourself, mister.

Frank: I tell ya, this thing with Debra's got her nuttier than ever. They should just lace up the gloves and go at it in the back yard.
Robert: Come on, those two are going through a tough time. All you can think about is how it affects you?
Frank: You're like a lady.

Ray: You know what I noticed? Even when Debra's all wah-wah-wah-wah, if she finds out I'm coming over here, she goes out of her way to be nice to me.
Frank: What do you mean?
Ray: Well, like yesterday, Ma wanted me to come over, and Debra all of a sudden was like, "Hey, why don't you go hit a bucket of balls?"
Frank: She told you to go to the driving range?
Ray: Yeah. And then I also went on the go-carts. Hey, you know what? You should try this with Mom, get what you want. Just talk to her, and throw Debra into the mix.
Frank: Aah, I like that. Except for the "talk to her" part.

Debra: You know what, Ray? Tell your mother not to call here anymore. I am sick of feeling like I can't answer the phone in my own house.
Ray: I can't tell her not to call.
Frank: I'll do it.
Ray: All right, I'll tell her if she needs to talk to me to let the phone ring once, that'll be her signal, then hang up and call back.
Debra: Fine. I'll use the same signal if you're over there and I need to talk to you.
Ray: And when I pick up, you do a little heavy breathing-
Debra: I'll be back in half an hour.

Debra: Ray, your car is blocking me, so if you- [sees Marie] So I'll just take your car. Okay? If that's okay.
Ray: Yeah. Okay.
Marie: Well, boys, I have to get back. I've got a lot of treats to make. Which will be delicious.
Debra: You know, Ray, as long as I'm taking your car, do you want me to gas it up for you?
Ray: Oh, yeah, if you don't mind.
Debra: No, no, it would be fun.
Marie: Frank, I'm gonna make cannelloni tonight.
Frank: Sounds okay.
Marie: Oh, actually, no. Instead of cannelloni, I'll make some lamb. A whole lamb.
Frank: Yeah? With that mint jelly I like?
Marie: Of course. Whatever you want... h-honey.

Debra: So, Ray, what if I bring home a pizza for dinner?
Ray: Oh.
Debra: And maybe a nice bottle of wine?
Ray: Oh!
Frank: Marie... no wine.
Marie: Frank, you rascal. [giggles]
Debra: Okay, well, I'll see you, sweetie. Bye, Frank. Bye, Robert.
Ray, Frank & Robert: Bye.
Marie: I love you fellas! Bye-bye!

Marie: Look who it is. I suppose you're here to get something to eat?
Frank: Don't ask for a sandwich.
Marie: If you're hungry, I suggest you go back across the street, because this kitchen is closed!

Ray: Her, too?
Frank: Yeah. What happened to you?
Ray: Debra. She started yelling at me and telling me I was using her fight with Mom for my own good. Said I was exploiting the situation.
Frank: Wait a minute "exploiting the situation," that's exactly what your mother just said!
Ray: Really? Well, how did both Mom and Debra know-
Robert: [enters] Oh, hey, I forgot my Tums. [Ray and Frank stare at Robert] Well, I'm off.