- Lois Whelan: Raymond, I just noticed that this background is blue. Do I have time to change into my gray pashmina?
- Ray Barone: [yelling suddenly] Get back in your place! We're taking this damn picture! Would you see what I'm dealing with here? Are you blind?
- Warren: Uh, Raymond.
- Ray Barone: [continues yelling] Baaah! No habla talkie talkie, okay? I've had it with trying to make everybody happy! I was trying to do something nice! I'm sick of everybody coming up to me, "Oh talk to Debra. " "Talk to your mother. " "Why can't my girlfriend be in the picture?" "Oh, I don't want to spend Christmas with them. " "Fix it, Raymond, talk. " I'm done talking! Don't talk to me anymore, you hear me? If you wanna talk, talk to yourselves 'cause I'm out!
- Lois Whelan: [clearly shaken] Maybe I'll just wear the blue.
- Frank Barone: Professional photography, one of the all-time great rackets.
- Ray Barone: All right, Dad, please.
- Frank Barone: Grab a camera, find some chumps, make 'em smile and say "rip-off!"
- Debra Barone: You know, Marie, while we're talking about Christmas, I had this idea. Now I know this year is your turn, but I was thinking of starting a new tradition. What if we spend Christmas Eve at my parents, and Christmas Day at your house? That way nobody misses Christmas together.
- Marie Barone: That's lovely, but you'd have to leave Connecticut in the middle of the night to get back for Christmas morning.
- Debra Barone: Oh no, we would just stay overnight there and get to your house about 10:00.
- Marie Barone: But... but... but the children coming downstairs in the morning and opening their presents and their little faces? How could you take that away from me?
- Debra Barone: Well, they'll still have faces at 10:00.