Ray: Oh, Mom, they're just they're going bowling. Just relax.
Marie: Oh, please! Why am I talking to men? You understand what I'm saying, right, Debra?
Debra: Well, actually Marie, I think Robert should do whatever makes him happy.
Ray: Yeah, whatever makes him happy.
Marie: Well, I'm not going to let that happen.

Ray: Everybody sleeping?
Debra: Robert is a jerk.
Ray: Huh?
Debra: I can't believe he's dating a 22-year-old!
Ray: What? What happened to "whatever makes him happy"?
Debra: I was lying! Anyway, that's not real happiness.

Debra: What could they possibly have to talk about?
Ray: Maybe they don't have to talk. Maybe they're the they're the kind of couple that doesn't have to talk constantly.
Debra: I'm serious, Ray. Do you remember Robert's first year on the force? Remember when he helped deliver a baby in the back of that cab? That could be Erica!
Ray: Well, that- that's something they can talk about!
Debra: No. He can't possibly be serious about this relationship! He's using her.
Ray: Hey, if this bothers you so much, why didn't you speak up earlier with my mom?
Debra: Because it's none of my business! I don't want to be like your mother! I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you.
Ray: Tell that to the vein in your head.

Ray: Hey you know, I really haven't told you how good you've been looking lately.
Debra: What?!
Ray: Really, though. You're like a hot chick.
Debra: Oh my God! Is that what you think this is about?! I'm worried about how young I look? No! I am talking about right and wrong here. A basic sense of decency.
Ray: Okay, but you do look hot.
Debra: Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Ray: Can I have the remote?

Ray: You think it's going to get serious?
Robert: Who knows? We're just having fun, that's all.
Ray: Good. You know what might be the most fun? Breaking up with her.
Robert: What? What are you talking about?
Ray: Listen, if you're just having fun with her, you shouldn't bring her around here. I mean, this is where fun goes to die.
Robert: What? We had fun here. She made Dad laugh.
Ray: Yeah, that could have been gas.
Robert: Yeah, well if it was gas, he would never stop laughing.

Frank: Hello there, Erica. So, uh, nice to see you again.
Marie: Oh, hello, Erica. I'm so glad you could make it. Would you like something to drink? Maybe some milk?
Erica: Oh, no thanks. I'm fine.
Robert: Happy birthday, Dad. It's from me and Erica.
Frank: Why thank you, Erica. This is very thoughtful of you.
Marie: [loudly] Frank! It's time to sit! I made you a cake! Would you like some help getting into your seat?!
Frank: [chuckles] My wife makes a joke. Here, Erica, come. You can sit by the man of the hour.

Ray: What the hell, man? Debra's going to be right back!
Robert: Oh, come on, Raymond. I thought about your story two Debras. All I see is one jealous brother.
Ray: What? I'm not jealous of you. What are you doing to me? I was telling the truth.
Robert: I'll give you the truth. I happen to be going out with a wonderful, terrific, young woman and "na-na na-na-na-na."

Debra: I'm not sitting next to them. I don't need to watch Robert cut her meat.

Frank: Where are you going with that?
Marie: You don't deserve my food.
Frank: What the hell do you think I stay around here for?! I'll go to the lodge!
Marie: Good! Go!
Frank: I'm going!
Marie: Good!
Frank: Goodbye! [calmly] Nice to see you again, Erica.

Erica: What? Robert, you're not 35?
Robert: I'm 40...
Debra: Robert!
Robert: Three!
Debra: 43!
Erica: Oh.
Robert: Yeah, yeah, yeah, but Erica, you know, like you said, it's just a number, right?
Erica: Yeah, but that's a big number.