Helen: Okay, for more free Tupperware, it's time to play Guess Whose Nighty? Did everybody put their nighty in the bag?
Marie: No, I didn't bring one. I wasn't told about the party.
Helen: Well, why don't you pick first?
Marie: Okay.
Woman: I guess Amy.
Marie: Amy? No.
Amy: Hell, I never wear it. Actually, I bought it special for this game. Really. Robert's never seen it. I'm sorry.

Andy: Good night, ladies. Anybody need a ride?
Marie: Oh, what's your hurry? Stay a while. I made my special dip.
Debra: Ray.
Ray: No, Ma, we've eaten already. Really.
Marie: But what about all this food that Debra made, that nobody touched? What are these? Sandwiches?
Gianni: Mrs. Barone, I don't know what's in this dip, but if you weren't married...
Frank: Take her. I'll throw in the dip.

Robert: Amy, what is this doing here? Did Ma see this?
Frank: Holy crap! It's a whole bag of nighties.
Debra: No, Frank, that's- It's for a game.
Frank: I'm in!

Debra: God, this not what I wanted!
Marie: Of course it isn't, dear. Nobody wants to give a bad party.

Frank: What do you get of mine?
Ray: You know, I don't know, just junk mail.
Frank: Like what?
Ray: Whatever. Flyers and coupons.
Frank: Where are they?
Ray: I threw them out.
Frank: You threw out coupons? That's money!
Ray: Look, all I'm saying is that you might get some of my mail.
Marie: Well, how much were the coupons for?
Ray: I don't know!

Frank: Jeezaloo! Did you get the one for carpet cleaning?
Ray: I don't know. Maybe.
Frank: That's a $10 coupon! I was looking for that!
Ray: Dad, I'll give you $20 if you stop talking about this.
Frank: You think I won't take it. I'll take it!
Ray: I'll give it to you.
Frank: It'll teach you a lesson.
Marie: You're not taking his money.
Frank: I'm gonna take it. Because how else is he going to learn? He's gotta stop throwing out people's mail!
Marie: But that's not how you do it. If you wanna teach him a lesson, you make him clean the carpet himself. That he'll remember.

Frank: ls that the mail?
Ray: I'll get it for you, Dad.
Frank: Hands off, sticky fingers. Crap. Crap. Crap. Coupon! Here's one that made it through. Marie, do we need our chimney swept?
Marie: No.
Frank: Here, this is for your collection.

Marie: This is odd. It's from Debra.
Ray: You know what that is? That's the invitation to the Tupperware party. But you already went and had a good time.
Marie: No, that's not an invitation. That's a letter.
Ray: It's an invitation. It's got a lot of pages like this because it has directions to our house. [Frank takes the letter] Dad!
Frank: This is your mother's mail. What is wrong with you?

Marie: Hello, Debra.
Debra: Hello, Marie.
Marie: I got your special delivery.
Debra: Marie, I'm sorry. It was a mistake to send that letter.
Ray: Now? You say that now? I've got to tell you, your timing sucks.
Debra: I should have just talked to you face-to-face.
Marie: Go ahead.
Ray: [whines]
Robert: I've dealt with my fair share of domestic disputes and everyone should know that this is a high-risk...
Marie: Eat your waffles, Robbie.
Robert: All right.

Debra: Look, Marie, I'm sorry that the letter upset you. When I wrote it, I was very angry...
Ray: And drunk.
Debra: It's just that sometimes you're very hard to talk to and so I thought I could say it better in a letter.
Marie: I think you said it very clearly, Debra. You think, among other things, that I'm intrusive, critical...
Frank: Overbearing.