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]
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.
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: All right. 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.