Marie: How's my boy? Let's see. Oh, now it says 101. This one's not accurate enough. Flip over.

Ray: That's what I forgot.
Debra: What?
Ray: The sex. I forgot about the sex.
Debra: Come on, Ray.
Ray: No, come on, we always have goodbye sex. It's good luck.
Debra: Honey, you're gonna be late.
Ray: So I'll park the car in the white zone. They'll tow it. I'll pay the fine when I get back. You're worth the money, baby.
Debra: You're gonna miss your plane, Ray. Just go.
Ray: No, come on. You're wasting time here. Five minutes. I'll go for my personal worst.
Debra: That's really incentive, honey. Could you just go?
Ray: You're never in the mood. You said I could buy whatever I need at the hotel.
Debra: I'll see you later, Ray.
Ray: This trip's gonna stink.

Debra: Hey, hey, hey, that's that's my nightie. Give me that. Give me that nightie.
Ally: But we're a horsey.
Debra: You're a- Yeah, all right, well, you're having more fun in it than I do, so... All right, but scream upstairs.

Marie: Doctors. He never had to go to a doctor when I was taking care of him. Give me your head.
Debra: He's not hot, is he?
Marie: Not yet, but something's coming.
Ray: You see that? I always feel normal right before I get a fever.
Debra: Oh, it's amazing.
Marie: All right, that's it. That's it. Get up to bed right away, young man. We're gonna nip this in the bud.
Ray: She's right, though. I think she's right.
Debra: Wait a minute. What about taking the kids?
Marie: Not in your condition. All right, no more discussions.

Ray: What are you doing?
Debra: I'm rubbing this in for you.
Ray: Why?
Debra: Because you said you were sick, and I want to take care of you. And I'm happy to do it.
Ray: Oh, okay. All right, just be careful. Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah. You don't want to burn my nippies.

Andy: So how you feeling, Ray? Look how cute you look in your little pajamas.
Gianni: They have a little trapdoor in the back?
Ray: Yeah. Yeah, open it up, there's a picture of you.

Marie: Oh, boys boys, you shouldn't be up here getting him all excited.
Debra: It's okay, Marie. He's fine.
Marie: You're still saying that? I said get into bed.
Ray: No, Ma, Debra actually thinks that I should not-
Marie: Don't let her pressure you. Gimme your head. This is a person who should not be standing.
Ray: What, what, what?
Marie: I could bake ziti on your head.

Debra: Marie, my God, he was just playing basketball.
Marie: How's your throat?
Ray: It's a little scratchy.
Marie: You see?
Ray: It is a little scratchy.
Marie: And you're giving him pizza?
Debra: I didn't-
Marie: Cheese is a known phlegm producer.

Ray: Oh, yeah, it smells good.
Andy: That does smell good.
Robert: She makes good soup. That'll fix you right up. That stuff will grow back a limb.

Marie: What else do you feel? Are you achy?
Ray: I don't know.
Marie: Where, in the chest or your legs?
Ray: Both, actually both.
Marie: What about coughing? Are you coughing?
Ray: [coughs] A little bit.