Ray: You wanna go to a cocktail party?
Peter: What?
Ray: Yeah, that's why I came by, to invite you to my fun cocktail party.
Peter: That's nice, Ray, but-
Ray: No no, listen, Peter. I know what you're going through. I understand. I could never get a girl either.
Peter: Oh, please. We both know that's crazy, you good-looking son of a bitch.
Ray: No, I'm telling you, you gotta just keep trying. When I saw Debra the first time, I was scared to talk to her.
But I forced myself, just like you did to the mean lady in the bar. Only in this case, I got to marry the mean lady.