Debra: Hi.
Frank: Good. A witness.
Debra: A witness to what?
Frank: The inevitable triumph of technology over Marie. See, we're putting your money to good use. Look what I bought. A bread machine.
Marie: I can still make it faster and better myself.
Frank: [chuckles] We'll see. Hey, I'm kneading already. Look who's still mixing.
Marie: If I win, I'm getting rid of this stupid bread maker.
Frank: Same if I win.

Ray: Oh, thank God, you're home. Sing the A-B-C.
Debra: What?
Ray: Sing the alphabet song. A-B-C...
Debra: [sings] A-B-C-D-E-F-G...
Ray: Okay, now sing Twinkle, Twinkle.
Debra: Ray.
Ray: Will you just sing Twinkle, Twinkle?
Debra: [sings] Twinkle, twinkle, little star- Oh, my God.
Ray: Uh-huh.
Debra: It's the same song!
Ray: Thank you. We're going nuts here.

Debra: Well, thank you very much, Ray, for that wonderful car. It broke down.
Ray: What did you do to it?
Debra: I tried to drive it, Ray. I'm coming out of the supermarket. It's pouring down rain. So I run us all to the car. I get the kids all strapped in. And the stupid thing wouldn't start.
Ray: Oh, you probably flooded it.
Debra: Oh, now it's my fault.
Ray: When you turned the key in the ignition, what did it sound like?
Debra: The rustling of divorce papers.

Ray: Here's another one. [sings] This old man, he played one He played knick-knack on my thumb
Debra: Yeah, so?
Ray: Okay, now, just slow it down and think of the kids' favorite doofy dinosaur.
Debra: Oh! [gasps]
Ray: I knew he was a big, purple hack.

Ray: Hello, old friend.
Marie: What's that?
Ray: Well, I think I can tell you this now. Ma, this is what's known as fake lD.
Marie: Raymond, this isn't even you.
Ray: See, Ma, all week long, I was 17-year-old Ray Barone but on Saturday nights I was 43-year-old Ahmed Abdullah Khan.
Marie: Oh, I'm very disappointed in you.
Ray: I was a holy man.

Frank: Your mother and I have reached a decision. It's the end of an era.
Ray: Well, at least it was amicable.
Frank: No. We're selling the old car.
Marie: [downbeat] Yeah, it's just the car.

Frank: Why didn't you tell me you were interested? You can buy the car.
Marie: We couldn't ask them to pay $800, Frank.
Frank: That's right. There's already another offer. The bidding starts at $800.
Marie: That's nonsense. Ray, if you want the car, you can have it.
Frank: Hey, I'm not going to give it away.

Debra: You know, I had to go get us towed to the garage.
Ray: So the kids got to ride on a tow truck, they must have loved that.
Debra: Yes, that was magical, Ray. Especially the part where Mommy had to pay $300 for a new fuel pump. I'm telling you, that car's a piece of junk. Your dad sold us a lemon.
Ray: Well, we got a deal. So what if we have to put a little money into it?
Debra: That's easy for you to say. Because you have to commute, you get the good car. And because I'm just the housewife, I get to drive the bucket of bolts. I want you to return it and get our money back.
Ray: No, I can't do that. Look, my father sold it to us for half of what he wanted. That's practically a gift.
Debra: The gift that keeps on taking.
Ray: I love that car. I'll take a look at it. I can fix it.
Debra: Yes, Ray. You're very mechanical. That's why I had to return your button-fly jeans.

Debra: You know, the car seems to have some problems.
Frank: Oh, the car doesn't have problems, sweetheart. It has character.
Debra: Well, you know, a part of its character is that it doesn't start.
Frank: What did you do? Flood it?
Debra: No.
Frank: Well, look, you got to treat it right. You have to fiddle with it. Like the heater, you got to slide the thing all the way to cool first and then really jam it back to heat. Trust me, I'm very good with machines. [to Marie] Still punching the dough, loser?
Marie: [pounding dough] Guess who I'm thinking about?
Debra: You know, Frank, it's not just the heater. The mechanic seems to think it's going to need some major repairs.
Frank: There's your problem, right there. You're talking to mechanics. [bread maker dings] I think I'm baking already. Ah, I love the smell of fresh bread in the morning. Smells like victory.

Robert: [enters] I smell bread. [awkward silence] Is this about me? It's about the will, isn't it?
Frank: Debra doesn't like the Valiant.
Robert: Well, you can't blame Debra. If I was married to someone who wanted to hold on to their old make-out mobile I'd feel the same way.
Debra: Make-out mobile?
Frank: That's right. He used to drive around with that girl, Lisa-somebody.
Robert: Lisa Constantine. That's when he first started calling the car Lucky.
Marie: I thought she was such a nice girl.
Robert: Oh, she was very nice to Raymond.
Debra: So, Robert, you're saying that Ray wants to hang on to this car because that's where he first got "lucky"?
Robert: Yeah. You didn't know?
Debra: No.
Robert: Perhaps I've said too much.