Frank: Hey, turn the TV on.
Ray: Actually, I'm leavin' to cover the Mets' road trip.
Frank: So turn it on and go. You got any of that cheese left?
Ray: Uh, just the Roquefort, which you're more than welcome to. It really stinks bad.
Frank: I'll eat it fast.

Ray: Are the kids home yet?
Debra: No, not for another hour.
Ray: Oh, 'cause I was thinkin' we didn't get to have our regular goin'-away action before I left.
Debra: Gee, tough break.
Ray: Well, I've read that coming-home action can also be rather pleasant.
Debra: Yeah, but you were only gone for a couple of days.
Ray: Oh.
Debra: But we did just make up.
Ray: Yes. Yeah, we did. We did make up, so we could have makeup action, 'cause we made up. We made up so frickin' much!

Debra: Hey, hey, hey. You want to get that?
Ray: What do you mean?
Debra: Well, I mean, that's why you came home, right? So you could get it?
Ray: Well, yeah, but I thought you know, I thought since you know I came all the way from Chicago, that you would be the one to...
Debra: Okay, Ray, you know what? I'm getting it.
Ray: What's that supposed to mean?
Debra: It means I'll get it. I'll be the one who got it.
Ray: Oh, no, no, no, no, no! I will get it. Let the record show that I got it.
Debra: Let go of the suitcase.
Ray: You let go!