Ray: I'm a doofus, okay? I admit it. Come on, who am I kidding? Look at me. I'm a goofy doofus with a foofy toaster.
Debra: What?
Ray: Look, it's fine, all right? I'm not blaming anyone. I don't know, you could have married better. [sighs] I don't know. Merry Christmas, honey. Good night. [staring at the toaster] Oh God! Look at the size of my nose!