Debra: Would you stop calling it the incident? It wasn't an incident! The Cuban Missile Crisis was an incident. My God, if you are this insane about not walking a girl to the door, how do you feel about what you do to me?
Ray: What I do to you?
Debra: You do jerky things all the time. Things you should really regret.
Ray: Oh, yeah, like what?
Debra: Where do you want me to start?
Robert: At the beginning. Take your time.
Debra: How about not walking me to the car when I was in labor with the twins, Ray? How about that incident?
Ray: I had to make a sandwich, I hate hospital food.