Raymond's friend Andy tells him that Jerry Musso, a radio talk show host, hates him. While Raymond is in shock over this, Robert enjoys seeing him fall over like this and they fight.
Raymond Albert Barone
When Jerry Musso rolls his eyes at Ray behind his back, Ray immediately notices it. This is pretty unlikely, though, given the fact that Jerry was completely facing the other way when he did it.
Marie: Frank, doesn't Raymond look a little tired?
Frank: What do you expect? He's been talking to you.
Robert: I've come to get an autograph. (Shows a napkin with Jerry's name on it) I'm a big fan.
(Ray grabs the napkin and blows his nose in it)
Ray: Thank you.
Debra: You should be the one to make the first move.
Ray: Listen to you. The person who wouldn't speak to my mother for three months.
Debra: That was completly different.
Debra: Shut up.
Robert: (To Jerry) Ray Barone has more talent in the weird pimple on his neck that won't go away then you have in your entire body, you oily two-faced hack.
Marie: I don't hate people.
Frank: What about my mother? You hated her like poison.
Marie: First of all, I did not hate your mother. I felt sorry for her.
Robert: I don't know, Debra. We went to Marco's last night, and Amy said "I must have had everything on this menu 100 times." So what do you think?
Debra: Well, maybe Amy's trying to tell you she'd like to go someplace else.
Ray: And with someone else.
Debra: Maybe they were confusing Ray with somebody else.
Andy: That's what I thought. So I submitted your name anyway, and still it came back: "No. Jerry Musso will never go for it, he hates Ray Barone."
Robert: (takes paper) Where do you go to get stuff framed?
Ray: Andy got a job booking guests for the National Radio Show!
Debra: Oh, congratulations, Andy! (kisses him on the cheek)
Andy: Wow. This proves it: the ladies like men with jobs!
Debra: How you doing, Andy? You look like you're losing weight.
Andy: Nah. I just gave up tucking in my shirt.
Ray: Even if I was dumb, is that any reason to hate me?
Robert: Of course not. There are so many better reasons.
Jerry: Who are you?
Robert: I'm somebody who can crush you into a fine powder.
Andy: I can't book you on the show.
Ray: Why not?
Andy: Because Jerry Musso doesn't like you.
Ray: Doesn't like me??
Robert: What station is he going to be on?
(Marie uncovers her plate to reveal lasagne all over her shirt)
Frank: I gotta tell ya, Marie, I'm getting a little excited.
Robert: Maybe I do hate you.
Ray: Maybe I hate you, too!
Robert: Well, you know what? I don't care, you cry-baby whoosh ball!
Robert: You have the slightest problem with somebody hating you and we have to rock you in your snuggly until you're all better! I've been saying this for 40 years!
Ray: You could have used some of that time to wash your feet!
Marie: Your father, on the other hand, hates everybody.
Frank: That's not true. There are only some people I hate; the rest I tolerate.
Marie: Be quiet, Frank.
Frank: Careful, Marie. You're right there on the fence.
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