- Debra Barone: All I'm saying is that, given everything I do around here, why do I care so much that I can't make meatballs for my husband as good as his mother?
- Ray Barone: Because you're a good wife.
- Debra Barone: Don't you ever, ever call me that again.
- Ray Barone: Let me ask you something. How do you make those meatballs?
- Marie Barone: What do you mean?
- Ray Barone: I mean, you know, I know there's meat and there's balling - but what do you put in it? Is there, like, a recipe or something?
- Marie Barone: I stopped using a recipe years ago. I cook from here.
- [Marie points at her heart]
- Frank Barone: And you nag from here.
- [Frank motions toward his mouth]
- Marie Barone: Oh, Frank. What are you doing, putting back an empty thing?
- Frank Barone: That's not empty. There's some left there.
- Marie Barone: Two drops? Who's going to drink two drops of juice?
- Frank Barone: I am!
- Marie Barone: Alright. Let me pour you a nice glass of juice.
- [Marie pours out the rest of the juice in less than a second]
- Marie Barone: Say when.
- Frank Barone: Right there's perfect!
- [Frank sips a tiny bit from the glass]
- Frank Barone: Ah! That was good. I think I'll save the rest for later.