Raymond Albert Barone
This episode's lunch special is what looks like a couple of turkey slices with a tofu and vegetable salad and sprouts.
Robert doesn't touch his food to his chin while eating the tofu turkey.
Frank: That's not my milk. Look, the coffee doesn't even recognize it.
Marie: If you don't drink that, I-I'm going to...
Frank: What're you gonna' do, (smirks) Leave me? Hey, Ray. (puts his food & coffee cup in the garbage bag that Ray's holding) you're gonna need a few more bags. Your mom has to pack.
Marie: What are you doing here?
Frank: Well, I rolled over in bed, and suddenly there was no Great Wall of Marie to stop me!
Ray: Where's your dog, Robert?
Robert: I don't think Shamsky would eat this.
Ray: Yeah, but we could eat him.
Debra: What about your diet, Marie?
Marie: What's the point of living longer if you're miserable, dear?
Debra: I think that every day.
Robert: Don't worry, mom, I still like the turkey see melts in your mouth.
(eats one piece and starts radidly bagging on the table)
Marie: We had our cholesterol checked, and we're very close to the danger zone.
Frank: Mine was lower than hers.
Marie: One point.
Frank: I'm still gonna live longer than you.
Marie: What, thirty seconds?
Frank: Thirty seconds in paradise!
(Frank snatches the garbage bag full of the food Marie threw out of the fridge)
Marie: Where are you going?
Frank: On a picnic! Out with the old bag! (points at Marie) In with the new! (holds up garbage bag)
Marie: You ordered this, Frank.
Frank: Why do you assume it's me?
Marie: Because you're the one who wants to kill me.
Frank: Okay. But I still didn't order this.
Marie: Raymond, Debra is teaching me so much about cooking.
Ray: You're learning cooking from Debra? Okay, (points down) so heaven is here, (points up) hell is here, it's raining monkeys, and wood is now a drink.
Frank: Don't listen to her. It's not eggs. It's that fake egg crap.
Marie: It tastes exactly the same.
Frank: Yes—exactly like crap.
Frank: May I have my carving knife please?
Marie: Thank you, Frank.
Frank: I wanna slit my throat.
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