Debra: Hey, Frank.
Frank: Hey, hey. Welcome to Honest Frank's yard of bargains. How are you, kids? Okay, what have we here, Debra? Well, it's mostly baby stuff.
Frank: Okay, let's see. The crib goes in Furniture.
Debra: Yeah.
Frank: Clothes in Clothes.
Debra: Right.
Frank: All right, hey, maybe I ought to start an all-baby section. [chuckles] They're suckers for babies.

Ray: So we're going to get rid of all this stuff?
Debra: Yeah, and after your dad takes his cut, we get to keep 40%.
Frank: Check this out. This thermos. Look at this.
Ray: Dad, can you give us a second here, please?
Frank: You see what I did? I scraped the rust off. Eye appeal is buy appeal. $20.
Ray: $20? Nobody's going to pay that for a used thermos.
Frank: They will if it was used by the Pope. Hey, fellow! You Catholic? You like hot soup?

Debra: I can't believe we saved all this stuff. What do you think, Ray? Like a buck for a bag of bibs? Buck-a-bag-of-bibs. Can you say that? Just say that. Buck-a-bag-of-bibs.

Ray: Listen, I'm not saying I definitely want more kids. I just didn't know we had made that decision.
Debra: Well, Nobody made an actual decision, Ray. It's-
Ray: I just thought that since we hadn't done anything drastic.
Debra: Drastic?
Ray: Yes. You know, since we hadn't... Snip-snip, snip-snip, snip. We could maybe...
Debra: What?
Ray: I don't know. Maybe we could have more kids.

Ray: What are you doing?
Robert: Dad wants me to keep an eye on that one in Sporting Goods.
Ray: You really think Mrs. Scarpula's gonna steal cross-country skis?
Robert: Not on my watch.

Robert: Don't take your problems with Debra out on the sofa bed.
Ray: What are you talking about?
Robert: I know the situation. You know, the kid thing. You and Debra.
Ray: Where did you hear that?
Robert: It's all over the yard.
Ray: What?
Robert: Don't worry. What's said in the yard stays in the yard.
Ray: I don't get this. Why is everybody talking about this except me and Debra?
Robert: Well, we're all wondering about that, too. And let me just say this, okay? Debra has a point, Ray. It's a lot of work raising kids. There you are at the office then you come breezing home. "Look what I wrote! Where's my dinner?" How much help are you, really?
Ray: What do you know about it?
Robert: Oh, yeah, that's right, huh? What could I know? I'm just Robert. I don't have any kids. I'm a reproductive cul-de-sac.

Frank: Hey, there's a sucker out here who just paid sticker price on the crib.
Ray: The crib?
Frank: Yeah. I need one of you two numbskulls to go put it in her car before she sees the teeth marks.

Ray: Dad. Dad, give this woman a refund, please?
Frank: I'm sorry, lady. All sales are final.
Woman: But I want the crib.
Ray: No, no, Dad, we're not selling this crib. Please give her her money back.
Frank: What have you been smoking?