Debra: I keep things, too, but they're they're happy things. You know a letter, pictures. Someone wrote me a poem once.
Ray: Poem? From who? What poem? Who writes you poems?
Debra: A guy I knew in the 10th grade. But it's a happy poem, makes me smile when I read it.
Ray: You still read it?
Debra: Yeah, I have, once or twice. [Marie gasps]
Ray: You never told me about a poem.
Frank: Burn everything, I tell ya!
Marie: Such secrets from your husband.
Debra: I'm not keeping secrets! Ray, I didn't tell you because every time I mention an old boyfriend, you say, "I don't want to hear it." He doesn't want to know about it. Look. Look, this is not unusual. Everybody keeps nice stuff. What they don't keep are breakup tapes. Forget it, just forget it! You know where it's nice? In the basement.