Marie: Excuse me. I couldn't help overhearing.
Debra: Oh, my God.
Marie: Are we talking about having more children?
Debra: Ray.
Ray: Ma, look, this is between me and Debra, okay?
Debra: Yeah, and I don't think that this is the place to do this.
Marie: Raymond, what did you mean by "snip-snip, snip-snip"?
Ray: God, now I got to have that dream.

Marie: Debra, would you help me price these things? If we look busy, then nobody will bother us.
Debra: But that doesn't work. I just was trying to look busy.

Frank: That is one special kind of idiot.

Debra: You want to talk?
Ray: Do you?
Debra: Well, everybody in the yard thinks we should.
Ray: Look, it's just that. That mean pregnant lady was taking our crib. I just wanted to stop and think about it for a second, that's all.
Debra: Okay, okay. Let's think about it. Another baby. We have three.
Ray: Yeah, but it's really not like three because the twins were kind of like a twofer.
Debra: You know, I gave birth to them, Ray. Believe me. We have three.

Ray: Look, I'm not saying that I want more kids but to say that we're never gonna have any more. I don't know. I mean... Remember when they were born and they were so little and stuff? I like that, you know? When they're little. I don't know. Don't you like that? I like that. [Debra hugs Ray]
Marie: [enters] Oh, my God.
Ray: Ma. Can we be alone, please?
Marie: No. I mean, I'm happy that you and Debra are working things out but please, this is my kitchen.
Ray: We're talking, Ma, that's all.
Marie: Okay, but I'm just outside and I could come back any minute.
Debra: That's just like at our house.

Ray: Look at this. Look at how small these are.
Debra: Yeah, and look at the purple stain. You remember how that got there? That's you trying to give Michael his medicine in the dark. And we all got that cold. You remember? And I think Ally had a mouthful of tuna fish when she sneezed all over you. Nobody got any sleep that week.
Ray: Or ever since.
Debra: I'm just saying think about it. More kids.
Ray: Can we give back the ones we already have?
Debra: Not without a receipt.

Frank: Boy, that is unbelievable. Listen to this.
Marie: I don't want to hear it, Frank.
Frank: You don't even know what it is.
Marie: I know what it is. It's something horrible from the paper that I don't need to hear while I'm eating.
Frank: Just listen.
Marie: I don't want to hear it, Frank.
Frank: Listen.
Marie: Leave me alone.
Frank: Listen!
Marie: No!

Frank: Move it out!
Ray: Take it easy, Dad, all right? Nobody's at your yard sale yet. The bowling alleys are still open.
Frank: Anything you don't claim, I'm selling.
Ray: Listen, if we don't want it for free what makes you think people are going to pay for it?
Frank: People are idiots.

Ray: Oh, look at this. I invented this in shop class.
Robert: You invented wood?
Ray: It's a bug-killing system. Look, I wrote the directions down. Put bug on block A and press down with block B until crunching is heard. "Rinse and repeat."

Robert: Ma, wait. What's with these shoes? What'd you save these for?
Marie: I don't know, let me see. Oh, I bought these for you for Christmas one year.
Robert: I never got them.
Marie: I must've hidden them down here and forgotten to give them to you. [laughs] That's funny.
Robert: Shoes for Christmas.