The Best Ricky Raydor Quotes

Sharon: May I ask, have you, by any chance, been talking with your father about this?
Ricky: Yeah, we talked a few times. I mean, he's-he's worried about you. Mom, I'm worried about you. I am. Look, helping the kid a little bit, that's great, but t-t-to make him legally your son... I-I just... I think we need to take a giant step back here and just reeva...
Sharon: Hold on, hold on. Before we go back, I should clear up a big misunderstanding that you have.
Ricky: Okay.
Sharon: I'm not asking your permission to adopt Rusty. Or Emily's permission. I see great things in this boy, and I mean that from the bottom of my ever-so-lonely heart.
Ricky: Come on, Mom, you know that I did not mean loneliness as a criticism. I was only pointing out the fact...
Sharon: It's clear what you're pointing out. Now I'm pointing out to you... if you don't develop a little human compassion for this young man who grew up with none of the advantages you took for granted every day of your life, then I'm gonna leave here wondering where I went wrong... as a mother.
Ricky: Mom. Mom, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hang on. Look, I-I'm... I'm gonna have children one day. So is Emily. Do you really want your grandkids calling that boy Uncle Rusty?
Sharon: That is a whole lot better than what I'm thinking of calling you right now.
Ricky: Mom.
Sharon: Richard William Raydor, you listen to me and you listen to me good. You've got one chance to get this right. You need to turn your attitude around... right this minute, because if you make Rusty feel unwelcome in this family after all of his and my hard work, I will be just so... disappointed. Oh, my God. I am so disappointed in you right now, I don't even know what to say.
[leaves the room]

[last lines]
Ricky: It's okay, little brother.
Louie: Happy holidays!
Ricky: What Mom doesn't know won't hurt her.
Rusty: I hope you're right.

Rusty: And I'll just stay out of your way.
Ricky: Thanks. Sorry to invade your space. Turnabout is fair play, right?

Ricky: Mom, where's the Christmas Village?
Rusty: The what?
Emily: Ignore him, Rusty. He's obsessed with childhood junk.
Ricky: Whoa. "Junk?" No, no. First off, the Christmas Village is very valuable. It's filled with collectives. Rusty, it's-it's a special diorama made with all these model buildings from Dickens' novels and they all light up. It's awesome.
Sharon: I am so sorry, honey. I... I left the Christmas Village in storage.
Ricky: Why would it be in storage? We put it up every year and... and... Mom, where are the pinecone elves? What is this? That looks like a guilt cookie.
Sharon: They were falling apart.
Ricky: You didn't throw them away.
Sharon: I'm afraid I did.
Ricky: You dumped Harry, Sam, Franklin, Scotty, and Twinkle in the trash?
Emily: Ha-ha-ha.
Rusty: You named the elves?
Ricky: Mom, these are not just pinecones with hats. These are part of my childhood. Eh-eh, they're a Christmas tradition.
Sharon: Well, this Christmas we can make some new traditions. The four of us, a new family.

Rusty: Did those wine bottles come out of Jack's garbage?
Ricky: Yeah, just don't say anything about that to Mom.
Rusty: Bu... but what if she finds out we knew and didn't say anything?
Emily: Here's another Christmas tradition you need to learn...
Ricky: Right. So, after a certain age, the holidays are for our parents, not for us; so, it's our job, our responsibility really, to make them feel like we're having as great time as we did when we were seven.

Ricky: Okay... funny guy... I have one question for you... before you officially become the little brother I never wanted, I'm interested in what your idea of family is, and what the word means to you. "Family."
Rusty: Well... I guess... it means the-the people in your life who you've decided t... to love no matter what, and... the people who are going to love you back... no matter what.
Sharon: Sounds pretty good to me, loving each other no matter what.
Ricky: Not bad.

Rusty: Why is she so set on getting married in a church anyway? I mean, she goes to mass a lot, but Andy doesn't. I don't. You don't, do you?
Ricky: I'm an Easter Catholic.