Debra: Listen, why don't you round up the kids, huh? I don't feel like getting any more food out, so we'll take them to Marco's for dinner.
Ray: Come on, don't make this into a whole thing.
Debra: The kitchen is covered in ants.
Ray: But you know the kids and restaurants. Come on. Look, it's late, they're tired. They're gonna be fighting. Food's gonna be everywhere. I say we eat in front of the TV, like a regular family.
Debra: So we can never take the kids to a restaurant?
Ray: We can go when they can drive us.

Debra: Bye, Marie. Don't bother to clean up. I'll get to it later.
Marie: [to herself] She'll get to it later. Even the ants are laughing.

Debra: Listen, uh, I'm sorry about last night. You know, you brought something up, and I shouldn't have dismissed you like that. I mean, you're right. Sometimes I do just disregard your opinion. Sometimes I might think, wrongly, that your decision-making ability is suspect- Are you okay there?
Ray: Yeah, I'm all right.
Debra: Anyway, I apologize.
Ray: Okay, yeah. I'm sorry if I was a little jerky last night, too. The curtains are not actually repulsive.
Debra: But you have a point. Just because you would name a dog "Floppy" doesn't mean you shouldn't get a say.
Ray: Really?
Debra: Yeah. And you know what? We have a vacation coming up. Why don't you decide where we go?
Ray: Me? I decide the vacation?
Debra: Yeah.
Ray: The family vacation? That's big.
Debra: I trust you. I do. I'm going to have to trust you.

Debra: What's all this?
Ray: No, no, no, no, no, no. You told me to get some milk at the store, and, I thought, 'cause I'm helping, that I would get some stuff that I wanted to get.
Debra: Oh.
Ray: Yeah. Let me show you. Let me show you. This is for the ants. It's great. It's all natural. Made from some oil or something. You can spray it wherever you want.
Debra: Ray, watch it. Don't, don't.
Ray: No, no, it's made from, like, oranges or something. You squirt it on a cracker, you got yourself a snack.
Frank: I'm in.
Ray: So I was thinkin' we could cancel the exterminator.
Debra: Well, if you want to go around and spray every nook and cranny of this house, then you can cancel the exterminator.
Ray: Ha ha! I can do things. I'm a thing-doer.

Ray: Mom, what do you think of these?
Marie: I don't buy this kind. But that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with them. However, I would say that accents like tissues are one of the most crucial decisions in the look and character of a household.
Ray: You do realize that people use them to blow their nose?
Debra: Yes, but before they blow their nose, the right tissue box invites them to do so.
Ray: Yeah? Okay, well, I think these are inviting.
Robert: Well, you are alone.

Debra: I'm going to try to get him here on Monday.
Ray: Oh.
Marie: In the meantime, these ants could maybe lead you to the other crumbs in the house.

Ray: Just when you thought it couldn't possibly get any louder, they find their whistles in the car. You got some spaghetti in your hair. Oh, what a nightmare.
Debra: I guess I better get up there, huh?
Ray: Almost can't think of a time when the kids behaved worse! Maybe that one time at the lake when Geoffrey tried to ride a goose. No. No. You know what? This was worse. Yep! A bad night. Well, at least we got chocolate cake out of it. I love chocolate cake.
Debra: You got something you want to say, Ray?
Ray: Hmm? What's that now?
Debra: You got something you want to say to me about going out tonight?
Ray: No, I don't think so. I pretty much said all I had to say before we went there.
Debra: What is your problem?
Ray: No problem. It's just I had another plan for tonight, and you rejected it, and now... Did you get what you wanted? [eats chocolate cake]
Debra: I hope you're enjoying that because that's going to be your last meal.

Ray: Look around! Everything in here is your decision. That lamp, that painting. The flower drapes over the sink. I hate those drapes. Look, they're one pattern, and the wall's a totally different pattern. What were you thinking with those drapes?
Debra: I didn't hear a peep out of you when we were picking them out.
Ray: Well, maybe you need to listen better.
Debra: I need to listen better? I need to listen better?!
Ray: Yes! Yes! Because I did say something. I said, "Really? Those drapes?" And what did you say? I believe you said... Hmm, let me see if I remember... That's right, you said, "Pfft!"
Debra: That's because, "Really? Those drapes?" Doesn't help me! You see, you don't really want to be involved in the decision, you just want to reserve the right to complain.
Ray: No! You just don't want my opinion! How about with the couch? Remember? I picked out that really cool one with the three pop-up footrests.
Debra: That thing was atrocious.
Ray: It was perhaps the best couch ever.
Debra: So that's your idea of decision-making? A dog named "Floppy" and unlimited footrests?
Ray: Not a bad start.

Debra: Hey, good morning.
Ray: Huh? Hey. What's up?
Debra: Is that the netting from our tent?
Ray: Yeah. It's keeping the ants away.
Debra: It's detachable?
Ray: It came off.

Marie: Hi. I made sandwiches.
Frank: Enough chitchat, Marie. Sandwiches!