Ray: There's nothing wrong with Debra having a place in the house that's hers.
Frank: Oh, yeah? Where's your place, Ray?
Ray: I got my office.
Frank: You mean your little wooden desk down in the basement next to the hot-water heater?
Ray: Look, what you two geniuses don't understand is that ever since I did this, the wife has been in a great mood. As a matter of fact, last night, we uh-huh, huh... And no begging.
Frank: And how long do you think that's gonna last?
Ray: Look, all I know is when I said I would get out of there, she's been all happy, and that's good enough for me.
Robert: Why don't you move out completely? You'll get action all the time.