Debra: You know, I thought we were saving to buy a bigger house so we could move away from... this neighborhood.

Frank: Quit pushing.
Marie: Frank, do it.
Frank: I'm not giving Ray's check back. I won it fair and square.
Marie: If you don't give Ray his money, you're not the man I married.
Frank: I win again.

Ray: I can't take the money back, Ma.
Debra: Yes, you can.
Marie: Frank, please.
Frank: Forget it, I want to teach him a lesson. Don't get in over your head. Play with fire, you're going to get burned. And most importantly: thank you, come again.

Marie: I can't believe what I'm hearing. You would actually deprive your own flesh and blood of money? He needs to feed his family.
Ray: We're okay, Ma.
Marie: Look how they live over here, Frank. The want.

Debra: I can't believe you lost all that money.
Ray: Look, it's my dad's fault. He kept telling me to fold, like I was a little kid.
Debra: So you showed him by losing all your money to him?
Ray: That's right. I'm my own man.
Debra: Ray, you know, in case you haven't noticed, we have three kids to put through college.
Ray: Well, maybe we'll get lucky and they won't be college material.

Ray: Anything for breakfast?
Debra: How about pancakes?
Ray: Oh, great.
Debra: [hands Ray a list] Need eggs, butter, milk, syrup, and pancakes. While you're out, could you go to the bank, a hardware store, and the dry cleaners?
Ray: I'll just have cereal. Well, what do you do all day while I'm at work?
Debra: I entertain men, Ray.

Frank: Great news, Ray. You're in.
Ray: What am I in, and does it wash off?
Frank: Ray, every man has certain moments in life that define who he is in the great circle of... life. Tonight, you and I are having such a moment.
Ray: I'm not getting naked and letting you hold me up to the moon, Dad. Not again.
Frank: Poker with me and the boys.

Frank: Attaboy. Better than Vegas. Food, fun, fast action. Hey, the new guy brings the MaaIox.

Debra: Did you lose more than $50?
Ray: Yeah.
Debra: You didn't lose $100, did you?
Ray: No. ... Hundreds.
Debra: How many hundreds?
Ray: [mumbles with toothbrush in his mouth]
Debra: What?
Ray: [repeats]
Debra: What?!
Ray: [gibberish without toothbrush]
Debra: Ray, how many hundreds?
Ray: Twenty-three. To my dad.
Debra: You lost $2,300 to your father? Relax, we're going to get the money back.
Debra: How?
Ray: When he dies.

Ray: Look, you think I wanted to lose that much money? I know it was wrong but you got to know I had a very good reason.
Debra: You had a very good reason?
Ray: It's like when your father tells you not to put cocoa puffs up your nose.
Debra: Oh, not the cocoa puff story again.
Ray: What's the first thing you want to do? Put cocoa puffs up your nose.
Debra: So now you're cuckoo.