Ray and Debra have different reactions when Ally comes home with an F in math--and a nasty attitude to go with it. Debra feels that their daughter is simply not working hard enough, while Ray believes that her teacher is to blame.
Raymond Albert Barone
The math on the board is incorrect. It says "c=2r" which is not correct because that formula is how you find the diameter. If the teacher were to find the formula for circumference, he would write c=2πr.
In the classroom scene with Ray, Debra and Ally's teacher, we can tell by the Crucifixes on the wall that the kids go to private school, yet they never wore uniforms, which is unusual for private schools.
Debra: Just set the table, please.
Ally: (rolls eyes) Geez, what's your problem?
Debra: My problem? What's my problem? You want to know what my problem is? You and I need to have a little talk--
Ray: (walks in the door) Hey, crinkle cuts!
Ally: Daddy! (gives him a big hug)
Ray: Hey. Awww.
Ally: Here, let me take that for you.
Ray: Sure. What a nice girl! (turns to Debra, who doesn't look too happy) Can we go for two nice girls?
Ray: (about a former teacher) He was a big phony. I hated him, and he hated me. We had to memorize these French dialogues from records. At the end of the sentence, it would go "Beep!" and then you had to repeat the sentence, like, uh, "Ou est Sylvie?" Beep! "A la piscine." Beep! And so one day, I go, "Monsiuer LeFevre, do French people really beep like that?" Yeah, he got really mad, and you know why? Because it got a big laugh!
Robert: But that's not funny.
Ray: Well, then why did people laugh?
Robert: Nobody laughed.
Ray: Yes, they did!
Robert: You were never funny!
Ray: You were never funny!
Robert: How'd that class work out for you, huh?
Ray: I failed!
Robert: That's funny!
Mr. Putnum: And I don't think I need to say that math is not the most popular subject with the kids.....
Ray: I always hated it.
Mr. Putnum: Oh, no, no, believe me, I understand. They're always asking me, "When am I gonna need this?" I don't know, but could you need it right now, just to get me through the day?
Debra: It seems like just yesterday Ally was so nice, you know? She had the cute little smile, the little blonde curls.
Marie: I have blonde curls.
Debra: What have you got there?
Ally: It's personal.
Debra: Can I see it, please?
Ray: Well, Deb, I mean, if it's personal, you know...(Debra gives him a look) Do what your mother says, Ally.
Amy: (about a boy Ally likes) Well, I think Tommy Sanders might not just be a boy. I think he might be "the" boy. He's got long brown hair, he's really funny and he's not stuck-up at all.
Marie: Call the police.
Debra: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Ally talks to you?
Amy: Well, only about this. And it's not like I'm any help at all. But I think the reason Ally may be having trouble in math is because Tommy's in that class. But please don't tell her I told you, because I pinky swore!
Debra: Gosh.....I wish she had told me.
Marie: You know, I have to say....I can't believe Ally would rather confide in her aunt instead of her own grandmother.
Frank: We pulled their asses out of two wars, them French. And what did they give us? A disgusting way to kiss.
Debra: Look at all the scribbles on this notebook! "Tommy and Ally Forever," "Ally Hearts Tommy," "Ally Sanders."
Ray: Oh, look. You see? That's not even Ally's notebook.
Ray: (to Frank about his school days with a particular teacher) You could have defended me.
Frank: What, and walk all the way over to the school? I wasn't putting on pants for that!
Marie: You have to start teaching kids early. That's how they learn respect.
Frank: You deny them water!
Marie: Now, Debra, don't take this as a criticism...
Robert: But brace yourself just in case.
Marie: You cannot expect to impose discipline on children who have never had any.
Debra: I'm not taking anyone's side, but I have to say I'm not real thrilled with your attitude.
Ally: (screaming) It's just a midterm, OK? It's one stupid grade, and I'm gonna pass. GOD, why do you always have to OVERREACT?
Ray: You know, Deb, she's not completely wrong.
Ray: (reading Ally's grades out loud), English, A. History, B. Phys. Ed, B. Hey, these are very good. These are kind of like my grades, except for the A's and B's.
Amy: You know, Deb, every child goes through this rebellious phase. I did. One time, in Church choir, we were all supposed to sing "What a Friend We Have In Jesus," and my friends and I sang "What a Friend We Have in Cheeses!"
Ally: Are all boys stupid?
Robert: What about when I was 13 years old, and my basketball coach called me "The Useless Giraffe?"
Frank: You were six foot five. You couldn't grab a couple of rebounds?
Ray: This, minus this (empties lozenge dish), equals nothing!
Ray: If x equals lame, that guy is 4 times x!
The Alto Wore Tweed: In this book, the choir director has a rule called "Jesus Squeezus," which means that no songs are to be sung that have lyrics which rhyme with Jesus. The only exception to this rule was an anthem he composed when he had too much eggnog: Holy Jesus, Moldy Cheeses.
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