Debra: What?
Ray: You like me. You know...
Debra: What, Ray? What?
Ray: Nothing, it's just...
Debra: I know. You like me too. Me too.
[Ray draws a heart in the air with his hands. Then Cupid's bow and arrow, and then a dove flying away]
Debra: So why are you still standing over there?
Ray: Oh, that's right, you were all hot for me. Maybe I didn't wake up. [they kiss] Plus, after this we've got ice cream.

Ray: Hey, Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Debra: Good morning.
Kids: Hi, Dad.
Ray: Oh, French toast.
Debra: Cool. You don't want any of that batch, Ray. I burned it.
Ray: No, I don't mind it.
Michael: Have mine, Daddy.

Marie: Your father's unbelievable.
Frank: Give me my tools!
Marie: No! He broke my stove.
Frank: You asked me to work on it.
Marie: Yes, I didn't tell you to hit it with a hammer.
Frank: That stove's been asking for it for 35 years.

Debra: Ray, I think it's getting a little too crowded in here.
Ray: Yeah, it is. You know what? We need a bigger table.
Marie: All right, who would like some chocolate-chip pancakes?
All: Me.
Ray: You're being cute? What, are you gonna have syrup all over your chin now, right?
Robert: Yeah, very funny. By the way, what good was that operation if you still sound exactly the same, huh?
Frank: Give me my hammer.
Marie: Oh, I'm glad it sounds the same. He's got a beautiful voice. He could have been a singer.
Robert: Ma, where do you come up with this?
Ray: A singer. That's right. Here, this one's for you, Robert. [sings] "You are the sunshine of my life..."
Robert: All right, stop it, please. I'm eating. Hey, Dad, hit me with the hammer.
Debra: Don't tease him like that.
Ray: Ma, put bananas bananas in the pancakes.
Robert: You're a wonderful singer.
Marie: He is a wonderful singer.
Ray: Not green bananas, though, 'cause they make me all...