Debra: Do you care about me at all?
Ray: What? Yes, of course, I care about you. It's Robert. Okay? I don't need Robert seeing you like this tomorrow at his three-month jubilee going, "Trouble in paradise?"
Debra: No, this is not Robert's fault. This is your fault, but you don't want to take responsibility for anything. It's the same old story.
Ray: No, stop. Wait a minute. Let me say one thing: Okay, just... Could we make up for tomorrow night?
Debra: Why?
Ray: Because Robert thinks he has a better marriage than me.
Debra: So why don't you work on your marriage?
Ray: Okay, but this thing is tomorrow night, and I'm golfing in the morning, so just... Look please for now, just for now, could we just pretend that we made up? You know, my mother's going to be there.
Debra: So?
Ray: So comparing you to Amy. Comparing your marriage to Amy's marriage. Comparing the new wife to the... your marriage. Doing a wife-to-wife comparison. You might want to think about it.
Debra: You're on your own.