Debra: Marie, you were criticizing me, asking me if I knew how to stir, explaining a rolling pin to me.
Marie: No, I was just offering you useful advice like I always do.
Debra: "Advice."
Marie: Of course. It's one of the joys of my life. But today for some reason, you seemed to take it so badly.
Debra: What?!
Ray: [to Robert] Excuse me one second. Hold on. Can you pass the canapes, please?
Debra: Badly? I was laughing. I was making jokes about myself.
Marie: I know, and to be honest, I found that terribly sarcastic.
Debra: What do you mean, sarcastic?
Marie: Well, it means a sort of phony facade.
Debra: I think I know what sarcastic means.