Ray: And now my favorite part of Valentine's Day.
Debra: What?
Ray: The march of the red, silk boxers.
Debra: Are you kidding me?
Ray: You're right. Skip the dancing.
Debra: Wait a minute. We don't talk to each other all night now you just wanna have sex?
Ray: Not just. Hey, come on. We talked.
Debra: Oh, yeah, yeah. "This butter is the perfect temperature-slash-density."
Ray: Was I wrong?