Ray: And what I said about Debra, I lied, okay? I lied.
Marie: What do you mean?
Ray: Debra wasn't a good girl when we got married.
Frank: What do you mean, "a good girl"?
Debra: Go ahead, Ray. Tell them.
Frank: Oh, you weren't a good girl. [chuckles] Gotcha. So who cares about the cooking?