Debra: God, look I can't go back there. It's just too humiliating. I just- Oh God, I don't know what happened to me. The whole time I was arguing with Charlotte I was thinking, "Come on, what are you doing? Stop talking." But I had to keep fighting for Pete Za.
Ray: You know, I know why you fight. It's because you're surrounded by Barones. It's a jungle here. It's survival of the fittest. No, if you didn't learn how to hold your own my mother would be wearing you as a coat.
Debra: Look, I'm not gonna blame your family for me losing my job.
Ray: Why not?
Debra: Because that's a big cop-out.
Ray: I'm doing it when I get fired from my job.

Ray: All right, uh, we got milk, ginger ale and something pink.
Robert: Pink, please. [off Raymond's nervousness] What?
Ray: I sense a great disturbance in the force.
Marie: [enters] Hello, dear!
Robert: You gotta teach me how you do that?

Charlotte Sterling: Yes, we do have an opening and I'm sure that you're a really fast learner. But I really need someone with more PR experience.
Marie: You don't understand. I have to get out of the house. My husband drives me crazy.
Charlotte Sterling: Okay. Thank you for your interest.
Marie: Before you make any final decisions, why don't you taste this lasagna?
Charlotte Sterling: Right now?
Marie: Oh, please, dear. You're so thin.

Charlotte Sterling: It was really nice meeting you.
Ray: All right. Okay. I'll get out of your way. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you didn't get to see Debra at her best. It's hard for her to be at her best all the time 'cause she's got so much to put up with. You know, there's me. I'm a much bigger problem than I look. And I don't know if she told you this, but my parents live across the street. Yeah, that's right. You know that guy that was bothering you on the phone? Imagine two of them coming over every day for the rest of your life. And she's already, she's juggling the kids and the school and the gymnastics. All right. Well, anyway, I'm sorry. You know what? You can refile that.
Charlotte Sterling: Gosh, I had no idea. How many kids do you have?
Ray: Seven.

Debra: Yeah, it's exciting, me going back to work.
Marie: Oh, yes, dear. I can't help wondering about the children, though. They're already so thin.
Debra: Ray, that reminds me. You're going to have to pick up the twins from preschool.
Marie: And I'll wait for them here. Someone has to be home now that they're latchkey children.
Debra: Please, Marie. Don't make me feel guilty about this now.
Marie: Oh no, dear. I respect your ambition. I mean, most women would just settle for having... everything.

Ray: You got fired? That's terrible.
Debra: Oh, don't pretend you care. You're getting exactly what you want.
Ray: I want you to yell at me?
Debra: You want me to stay home so I can take care of the kids and cook and clean and have absolutely no life. So how was your day, dear?
Ray: I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to answer that. Why did they fire you?
Debra: Embezzlement. I doctored the books and stole millions of dollars. Is chicken okay?
Ray: Well, if we're millionaires I think we're gonna order out.

Marie: I made some ravioli for the kids. They look so skinny compared to the other children.
Debra: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I have to iron!
Marie: Don't panic, dear. I'll walk you through it.
Ray: Come on, what are you doing?
Debra: I've gotta iron my blouse for my interview.
Marie: Oh, you're finally interviewing cleaning services.

Robert: Don't pay attention to them, Deb. This is a family of dream squashers.
Ray: Dream squashers?
Robert: That's right. Everything I ever dreamed of they said I couldn't do. The drums--
Marie: Oh please, the drums were the worst.
Robert: Major league baseball. My career in space.
Ray: You were 6' tall in the third grade. They'd have to fold you in half to stuff you into the capsule.
Robert: Mission Control, man. I could've been Houston. You go for it, Deb. Drop a rocket on your back and fly. Fly from the dream squashers.

Ray: Train? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where is this job?
Debra: If I get it, it's in Manhattan.
Marie: Well, that's a long commute. It's an hour there and an hour back.
Debra: Oh yeah, the commute. Gosh, I hadn't thought about that. [excitedly] I'll be able to read. Or just sit quietly.
Ray: And watch public urination.
Robert: Dream squasher.

Debra: Hi, I'm home.
Ray: Hey. How was dinner with the girls?
Debra: Yeah, it was-
Ray: Anybody look fat? What? I thought you liked that.