Nurse: Sir, sir, please.
Doctor: Hi, are you the Barones?
Robert: My brother's in there. Raymond!
Doctor: He's fine now. His blood pressure's returning to normal and he's coming out of it. This happens sometimes. It's a form of hypertension, but he's perfectly all right.
Debra: Thank you.
Doctor: You can see him in a few minutes.
Debra: Oh. Oh, my God.
Robert: Okay, but it was fine.
Debra: Yes.
Robert: He said it went fine. It went good.
Amy: I noticed the nurse was still buttoned.
Debra: Okay. Okay, now listen. What happened in there... nobody tells Ray.
Frank: Or his mother.

Debra: Hey, Ray.
Ally: Hi, Daddy.
Ray: Hey, Deb. Children.
Debra: What is it? Oh, you just came from the doctor.
Ray: Yes.
Debra: And?
Ray: He said that my adenoids have to come out.
Debra: All right, so I guess you have to have it done.
Ray: Is that it? That's your attitude?
Debra: Come on.
Ray: That's what you say? "Go ahead, Doc, cut that fat boy up."

Debra: Honey, I understand that you're nervous, but this is a very common procedure. And they don't cut you up. They go in through your mouth.
Ray: Well, I don't like people going in through my mouth!
Debra: You've been getting sore throats for two years. Your snoring is getting worse, you're having difficulty swallowing...
Michael: Me too.
Debra: Eat your food.

Frank: Marie, what did you do with that soup?
Marie: This soup is not for you, Frank.
Robert: I've been smelling it all day, and then you take it away? You soup tease.

Debra: Come on. This week has been bad enough as it is. Ray's been driving me crazy. Last night he woke me up "What if the nurse's top is unbuttoned and the surgeon gets distracted?" [Frank chuckles]

Debra: Okay, here you go. Got you every sports magazine I could find, including "Women's Volleyball."
Ray: Oh. Oh, well, let's see what's going on in that sport.
Debra: So, how are you feeling?
Ray: I'm feeling good. You know, my throat, it hurts just a little bit. But this might help.

Debra: How are you doing?
Ray: Good. I'm good. [As Debra looks at him] You want some of my ice cream?
Debra: No. No, no, no. You enjoy that. That's for you.
Ray: I made a swirly. Oh... I got some on my blanket and some on my pajamas.
Debra: I don't care.
Ray: Oh, okay. Good 'cause I got some on your pillow too. Sorry.

Frank: All right, look. You almost bought the farm during the adenoid thing, and your mother's making a big deal out of it.
Ray: What do you mean? What happened?
Debra: You had a little trouble waking up, but it was nothing.
Marie: If it was nothing, why didn't anybody tell me?
Ray: Well, wait a minute. Get off me, Ma. What happened?
Marie: Hold it. I am the mother. And when the mother goes to the bathroom, you have to tell her everything that happened while she was in there.

Amy: Robert. On the way home, "You are the Sunshine of my Life" came on the radio, and he had to pull over.
Robert: Amy!
Amy: It's okay. He's your brother.
Robert: Oh, he is not the sunshine of anything. We're going. Oh, and by the way, I pulled over because I thought I hit a cat. That's right.

Frank: All right, Marie, let's go.
Marie: No, I can't go now. Oh, Raymond.
Frank: Oh, come on, you got the rest of your life to blubber all over him.
Marie: [hugs Ray] All right. All right. No, just one more. [hugs Ray again] Next time this happens, I get to be there.