Ray: Honey, you have to know I didn't mean it, right? It just slipped out.
Debra: Yeah, I know it did, and we all got a wonderful insight into how you really feel.
Marie: Yes.
Debra: What you have is never good enough. The grass is always greener, hmm? It's all about someone different, isn't it, Ray? I remember Claudia.
Ray: The cleaning lady?
Debra: That's right. After Ally was born, she came once a week to help.
Marie: I remember.
Debra: She weighed 200 pounds, had bad skin and a limp, and you still couldn't help staring at her!
Ray: No one could!
Debra: You know what I mean. You think I'm blind? I'd see you sittin' on that couch, sneakin' peeks at her while she vacuumed with the same look you have for your Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. You make me sick!
Frank: I'm a little sick, too.