Debra: No, I'm not talking about romance. I wanted to play this game for other things, too.
Ray: I know, I know. I don't hold your hand enough, watch you sleep, listen to your heartbeat, muh, muh, muh... What, and let me tell you something. What you call romance it's always changing. Sometimes you want flowers, and other times... Other times... How about the time you got excited 'cause I brought home a bucket of chicken? Why? What is romance? Tell me what it is. I'll do it every time.
Debra: Listen, Ray, I'm not talking about you and the romance. I'm talking about you and... the blue squares.
Ray: Wait. The blue squares? The blue ones are the sex ones! What are you saying? What? [off Debra's look] Oh... The blue squares.