Ray: So. Mom and Dad starting to get to ya?
Robert: Starting to get to me? They've burrowed into my head and they sit on my brain, poking the backs of my eyes.
Ray: I want to help you feel better, you know, and this should take care of all your symptoms.
Debra: Except for bitchy, right Ray?
Ray: What do you mean?
Debra: I mean, there's nothing in here for bitchy.
Ray: Probably need a prescription for bitchy.
