Debra announces to the family that she's applying for a job....
(Debra runs into the kitchen holding a blouse)
Debra: Oh my God, Oh my God, I have to iron!
Marie: Don't panic dear, I'll walk you through it.
Ray: What are you doing?
Debra: I've got to iron my blouse for my interview! It's exciting isn't it? Me going back to work?
Marie: Oh yes dear. I can't help worrying about the children though. They're already so thin.
Debra: Oh, that reminds me Ray, you'll have to pick up the twins from preschool.
Marie: And I'll wait for them here. Someone has to be home now that they're latchkey children.
Debra: Marie. Don't try to make me feel guilty about this.
Marie: Oh, no dear! I respect your ambition. I mean, most women would settle for having....EVERYTHING!
(Ray nods in the affirmative)
Debra: What are you nodding at, Ray?
Ray: I'm not nodding. I was just thinking of a song.
Robert: Don't pay attention to them Deb. This is a family of dream squashers.
Ray: Dream squashers?
Robert: That's right! Everything I ever dreamed of they said I couldn't do. The drums...
Marie: Oh please! The drums were the WORST!
Robert: Major league baseball. My career in space.
Ray: You were six feet tall in the third grade. They'd have to fold you in half to stuff you inside the space capsule.
Robert: Mission Control, man! I could have been Houston. You go for it Deb. Drop a rocket on your back and fly. Fly from the dream squashers.
Debra: Thanks Robert. I think I'll just take the train.
Ray: Train? Where is this job?
Debra: In Manhattan.
Marie: That's a long commute. It's an hour there and an hour back!
Debra: Oh yeah. I forgot about that! I'll be able to read.... or just sit quietly.
Ray: And watch public urination.
Robert (looks over at Ray with disgust)
Dreeeeeam Squasher!