Ray: All right, all right. Let's do it. What do we do?
Debra: You could go, take the kids and do something.
Ray: The kids? That's more yelling.
Debra: Yes, Ray, that's how I get to be alone. You could take them to the park for an afternoon once in a while.
Ray: A whole afternoon?
Debra: All right, Ray, take them over to your mother's and she can babysit all of you.
Ray: All right, we'll do it. We'll do it tomorrow, okay? But you've got to promise to keep up the maintenance on the old soup strainer. Come on, that's it. That's all I've got, except Groucho, something about Groucho. Come on, look at the bright side the mustache will distract me from the cellulite. [Debra runs after Ray]

Marie: Where's Debra?
Ray: Nowhere. She's home.
Marie: Oh?
Ray: Yeah, she just wanted some time to herself.
Marie: "Time to herself"?
Ray: Yeah, have you got pudding snacks?
Marie: What does that mean, "time to herself"?
Ray: She just wants time to I don't know, be alone, relax.
Marie: Be alone? Without you?!
Ray: Without everybody.
Marie: I don't like this.

Marie: Raymond, you need to go home and put a stop to Debra's behavior.
Ray: Ah-hh.
Marie: It's not right.
Ray: Look, it's an afternoon, it's nothing, all right? She just wants time to be alone.
Robert: Yeah, when I was married to Joanne, she wanted time alone. She used it to pack up and move out.
Marie: Raymond, whatever happens, you and I are keeping the children.
Ray: Oh oh, all right, will you stop?
Robert: Check your credit card statement. Look for the word "U-Haul."

Ray: She's probably over there just doing girl stuff.
Frank: What kind of girl stuff?
Ray: I don't know, I don't know. Bubble bath, trying on outfits, walking around with a book on her head.
Frank: Whatever helps you sleep at night, peaches.
Ray: Hey, look, I don't care what you think, all right? You don't have the facts. [off their looks] Debra has a mustache.
Marie: Do you mean a lover?
Ray: No, no, no, Mom! Could you please never say the word "lover"? I mean she's got a a lipular forestation. You know fuzz thing, that's all. She just needs time for that kind of maintenance.
Frank: Hey, I don't want to alarm you, son, but even is she had a big wooly lumberjack beard, she wouldn't need a whole afternoon.

Marie: Raymond, there's something going on.
Ray: I don't care what she's doing over there, all right? I gave her some time alone and whatever she's doing, it's all right with me. All right? I totally understand so let's just drop it. [frantically eats pudding]
Robert: It's eating you up alive, isn't it, kid?
Ray: No. No, it isn't.
Robert: Where're you going?
Ray: I'm going outside, all right? Huh? Or do you think you're the king of where I go? 'Cause you're not, okay? Nobody is. [exits]
Marie: Very good, Robby.
Robert: Team effort.

Ray: She she was crying.
Robert: What?! Debra was crying?
Ray: Yeah.
Robert: What did you do?
Ray: I didn't- I didn't- Nothing. I just- I looked in the window and she was sitting on the couch, crying.
Robert: Well, I didn't tell you to go spy on her.
Ray: Yeah, all right, I already got that lecture from the mailman.

Robert: Well, was she watching a sad movie or something?
Ray: No, the TV wasn't even on. What's she crying about?
Robert: What're you asking me for? Go talk to your wife.
Ray: I can't talk to her now. She'll know that I was looking in the window.
Robert: "Looking in the window." All right, so don't ask her. Just go back over there and see what's wrong. You know, be a husband.
Ray: Yeah yeah yeah, okay. [exits]
Robert: [to himself] She could have done so much better.

Ray: So you're good. You all right? You didn't stub your toe or anything?
Debra: Stub my toe?
Ray: Yeah, you know, that's it's like it's like an expression. I made that up. It's like when you're in a play, you say you say "Break a leg." This is like... It's like a small... If you were like in a small play. It doesn't make sense, but that's that's what it's called. All right, let me get the big spoon back.

Ray: What's going on? Why why is Debra crying?
Robert: Obviously she's upset and she doesn't want you to know. What did you do?
Ray: I don't know, I- I joked around a little about the old cookie duster, that's all.
Robert: Yeah, well maybe you hurt her feelings.
Ray: No, she was a little annoyed. It was two days ago and she made a hundred jokes about my big nose, okay? It's over.
Robert: All right, other than the crying, has she been acting differently?
Ray: No! No. She's been acting normal. Oh, no.
Robert: What?
Ray: "Acting normal," what if- What if the whole thing's an act? What if the crying is real and all the rest is an act? You know, the whole "Oh, you're a wonderful husband, Ray. Oh oh, we have such a happy life, Ray. I love you, Ray. Bye, Ray. I hate Ray."
Robert: I could see that.

Ray: Come on. No! I mean, it it makes sense, she's always complaining about me. I fall asleep with the TV on. I don't help out around the house. She bought me that expensive mouthwash, I never use it, right? She can't take it anymore.
Robert: No, that's not it. But I don't want to lie to you, a couple of minutes with a mouthwash would be time well spent.
Ray: She thinks I'm a lousy bad-breath husband.
Robert: Look, it's not like Debra didn't know what she was getting.
Ray: Yeah, all right, but after 10 years, now she's sick of it, but but she could tell me. She could talk to me. She tells me everything else. Why's she sitting there crying?