Quote from Debra in Frank Goes Downstairs
Debra: We can never have sex again. Ray: What? Debra: Look at your father, lying in there hurt, and all because we... And now, whenever... I'm gonna think of him, workin' on those stairs, and then all of a sudden, his little bald head dropping out of sight. Ray: Well, here's something you might try. Think of me when we're having sex. Debra: This is awful, Ray. We lied to him, and now he has a broken rib. We broke his rib! We may as well have rolled off that bed and onto him. Ray: Hey, are you trying to put images in my head? 'Cause we may never have sex again!